[She laughs, because she knows he is telling the truth at the same time that it cannot possibly be true. She is not as beautiful as her sister, her divine and resplendent sister. But she knows that for him, it doesn't matter. She laughs, and it's the kind of laugh that only comes from pleasure.
She raises her neck when he kisses down, and raises her head to kiss him on the mouth. Her hands press flat over his chest, and down, to his waist.]
You are the most wonderful man I know.
Better than any other.
[A high bar, hen her brother is the High King, when her brothers are both so good.]
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She raises her neck when he kisses down, and raises her head to kiss him on the mouth. Her hands press flat over his chest, and down, to his waist.]
You are the most wonderful man I know.
Better than any other.
[A high bar, hen her brother is the High King, when her brothers are both so good.]