oh like gold, let it lead me astray.

[canicide]

[ It's mid-morning, the sun beating down strongly on the white stone of the palace. With the ceremony scheduled for afternoon, preparations are already well underway. In a chamber adjacent to the audience room, Heine is still getting dressed. His underthings are on, shirt and breeches as well, but a glance at all the other layers laid out make him want to break the wall down and leave.

He never should have agreed to this. Honestly, it was a mistake, and Heine can only stare longingly at his sword, which is placed on a side table, sheathed. He'd really rather go out into the training yard and beat something (or someone) up. Instead, he's here. Heine sighs loudly and slouches, despite the tailor poking him in the back and telling him to stand up straight as the door of the room swings open. A guard announces, ] The queen.

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[canicide]

[ Heine shoots her a quick look for swearing, then almost a smile. ]

You could. Or blame some farm animal for eating it.

[ That's feasible, right? ]

[erythristic]

[she smirks before softening her face, widening her eyes into a picture perfect expression of slightly ashamed embarrassment.]

"I had the report done and ready to be delivered, but I'm afraid I found out far too late about their peculiar taste for ink and paper."

[the expression holds for a second longer before she starts laughing, muffling it in her hand but still laughing genuinely at the ridiculous idea.]

[canicide]

You sound so trustworthy.

[ Heine turns his head into the bedroll slightly to hide how the way the corner of his mouth curls up. He must be tired, he decides, and almost starts settling in with a blanket before he remembers he has to turn the lamp off. Sighing, he climbs out of the position he'd just gotten comfortable in. ]

[erythristic]

I am trustworthy. Don't I keep all your secrets?

[she knows it's funny, and her laughing subsides, though the smile on her face doesn't as she watches him turn out the lamp. it's relieving, getting to laugh after another day quietly conscious of how many glances automatically turned their way. she'd bet by the end of the week there would be three new rumours surrounding them.]

[canicide]

Yeah, yeah.

[ Once the lamp is off, Heine lies down on the bedspread again, an awkward half-curve beside her. ]

I do trust you. [ And more teasingly this time: ] Your Majesty.

[erythristic]

[that's enough to make her giggle.]

I appreciate your trust, Your Highness.

[it's too dramatic to be anything other than gently poking fun at him. how many times had she told him after a point that he could simply use her name?]

[canicide]

[ Heine rolls his eyes, also over dramatically, and shuts his eyes. It's comforting, somehow, even if Grell is so close.

He sleeps for not long, but soundly. ]