She threads her fingers with his, her hand so much smaller than his, and it kind of makes something in his chest ache for a moment. He can't read the look in her face when she looks at him, and a frown flickers across his face for just a moment before he bends his head and presses a kiss to her forehead, instead.

"No problem," he says. "Your majesty." His mouth tugs into a smile at the tease.