'Your grace?'
Lynceus turned to the woman who was calling him and smiled, he inched closer to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, 'I thought we agreed on not calling me by that title,' he whispered to her, 'after all, you are my queen.'
She looked so beautiful in her white lacy dress, her honeylike skin and hazel eyes made a beautiful contrast with the lash green meadow that rolled on behind her and with the beautiful bright flowers dancing happily at her feet.
Hebe chuckled before giving Lynceus a quick kiss on the lips, 'I don't know about you, but I find referring to you by a title of authority very.. invigorating.'
The man cupped her face in his palms and looked deeply into her captivating hazle eyes, 'are you trying to get a rise out of me?' He whispered amorously.
'Why?' The woman whispered back, her hands making their way up his chest, 'is it working?'