He had walked with her the night before his coronation. He had held her arm in his just like this, and felt the deepest comfort simply from the weight of her fingers over his. It's amazing, how much he feels it again now, even though her breath is catching softly around words he doesn't know if he wants to hear.
But then she does speak. His heart stops just for a moment. Because knowing it wasn't the same as hearing her say it, the way she had almost--almost--done when he first arrived.
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Date: 2014-02-02 03:36 pm (UTC)But then she does speak. His heart stops just for a moment. Because knowing it wasn't the same as hearing her say it, the way she had almost--almost--done when he first arrived.
"...you do."