As he waited, his thoughts drifted back to that
afternoon in this very field. That day had been the first time that Emma had
kissed him, her lips soft and sweet against his own. It had been a chaste
thing, but special. It had made him feel special, special enough that he
forsook all propriety and the vows he made to the kingdom just so he could kiss
her again, and to never stop kissing her.
If things went according to plan, he would have that chance for the rest of his