Мэри Дэвидсон: Canis Royal Bridefight

“We are pleased,” the king said, stepping down to greet her. “We are most pleased.”

Her mother was staring at the king in a very un-momlike way. “I’m—it’s nice to meet you, King Sekar.”

“I am pleased, also, to meet my dam-by-mating.” Damon bowed to her. “Your daughter is enchanting.”

“Flatterer,” Lois mumbled. Her head was still spinning. Day three, and the hits just keep on coming.

“And will you be staying long in our land?” the king was asking. He had taken Gladys’s hand a few seconds ago, but hadn’t let go yet. He was staring at her raptly. It was weird, yet adorable.

“I’d sure like to stay with my daughter, if that’s all right, King Se—”

“Just Sekar, good lady.” They stared at each other with identical goofy smiles on their faces.

Lois turned to Damon. “Okay, so, I’ll stay the week. But no promises after that.”

“No, no promises.”

“Just the week is guaranteed, nothing else.”

“No, nothing else.”

“All right, then.”

“I do love you, my Lois.”

“I do love you too, Damon. For the week, anyway.”

They grinned at each other.

THE END