King Elyndor had just finished putting on his robe in his chamber, preparing for the council meeting that would begin in a few minutes. As he adjusted the fabric over his shoulders, a knock came at the door.
"Come in," he called.
The door opened, and Queen Serenya stepped inside.
"You asked for me, my King?" she said.
"Oh yes," he replied with a warm smile. "My beautiful and intelligent wife, Queen of our kingdom."
The Queen sighed softly. "When will you ever grow out of these constant praises of yours?"
"And when will you ever grow out of being worthy of them?" the King replied without missing a beat. "I may regret many things, but you, my dear, are not one of them. You are a blessing to me, indeed."
They stepped closer and held each other for a moment.
