[O-oh, is this a game of leaning chicken now? Because he can play that game! He can totally, totally play...!

For whatever reason the fact that her eyes are closed both sets him at ease and heaps on the pressure, a feeling he can't fully understand or explain, but it doesn't stop him from narrowing the distance just a little more, his own eyes closing... and oops, just like that, his forehead is touching lightly to hers.

His voice is quieter as he responds, fondness woven in between his uncertainty as he dips his toes into new territory,]

I like to think that a good king should do what's best for his supporters, not just himself. So what does the king's Oracle wish for?

[And yeah, he said his oracle this time. Take that.]