In The King's Office were Ansel and Cobsworth.
Ansel sat behind his desk, shaking his knee in anticipation, while Cobsworth watched him, amusement painted on his face.
"Anxious are we," Cobsworth bantered.
"I don't know what to say to her. I mean she's going to waltz in here looking as beautiful as she's ever looked. She's going to completely take my breath away, and I… I don't know what I'm going to say. I already can't focus when she's around. She's the one who has my heart. I mean how can one woman be so perfect. I mean her eyes, her hair, her voice, everything about her… It drives me mad. I won't be able to take my eyes off of her," Ansel rambled.
"Well it's official Your Majesty. You're in love," Cobsworth grinned, being met with Ansel's love dazed stare.
