„I am so glad you listened to me,” Nicaise whispered into Laurent’s ear.
“I’m glad you went to me for help,” replied Laurent, stroking the curls of his adoptive younger brother.
It’s better not to think what could have happened had Nicaise not snuck from the palace with the condemning letter as Laurent’s entourage was leaving it, the prince still hating his future husband and with no allies to speak of.
“You are smiling, aren’t you?,” whispered Nicaise, grinning, “I made you smile, I won!”
“I didn’t agree to any game,” objected Laurent, but he already knew he won’t win.