Daniel lay next to his Queen, combing his fingers casually through her hair as she lay dozing, contentedly in the crook of his arm. He felt the Estate would be peaceful for a while now that Vladimir and Damascus weren’t coming back, but something still niggled at him.
“Do you think you can trust them when they are so far away?” He asked tentatively.
Kysenia opened her eyes and looked up at Daniel’s face as he watched her hair drift through his fingers.
“I believe I scared them into line sufficiently enough to last until I next go back.”
“Hmm…” Daniel snorted, glancing down at her. “The next time being when I go with you?”
It wasn’t phrased as a question and Kysenia couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, Daniel…”
“Good…” He went back to looking at her hair and combing it through his fingers.
