“Marion,” Eris greeted softly, standing upon his toes to press delicate kisses to their brow. “I would like you to come with me for a few hours. Is your prince able to pull you away from your chores for a few hours? I want to go over your casting–”

“You needn’t ask me a question as if I might tell you no, Your Highness,” Marion chuckled, returning the kiss to his brow. “I am not one to refuse you, let alone refuse an offer to spend time under your ...