"Oh dear, how dare I be compared to the Sun of the Empire," he said as he let out a loud, coarse laugh. "I do not know if we will be imprisoned and held accountable for committing lèse-majesté!"
"That would never happen, my dear Ro," Petronilla whispered as she planted a small kiss on Rothesay's cheek. "How can they arrest and imprison a man who is as lovable as you?"
"It is an honor, Nil," Rothesay responded, kissing her cheeks with an affectionate smile. "Oh right, I have something I need to tell you."
"Something you need to tell me?"
"Next week is when they will be holding a banquet for the celebration of Her Majesty's birthday."
"Yes, that is so." Next week would be the birthday of the person that Petronilla loved most in the entire world, Patrizia. Of course, this meant it was also her birthday. Tilting her head, Petronilla asked, "What about that?"