"Well, then you should just stay with me," she says, and laughs a little.

They're dancing, and it's comfortable; they're beautiful together. People are already starting to chatter, about the handsome stranger and their pretty queen, about the way that their queen is twirling in his arms like they were born to be together.

When the dance ends she rises up on her toes and presses a kiss to his cheek. "My lord," she says, giggling. "You are dangerous."