Crowned Prince | hendery

27: She Loves Him

"Why did you insist on riding a horse along with me?" Hendery rested his chin on the princess' shoulders as they traveled along with the army that would assist their cease of Maha'ali.

Women in war was rare, almost unheard of. Unless she was from Maha'ali, there was no armor for women. instead she sports a man's armor in its smallest size– or the smallest mold that the blacksmith had. Yet even as she wore armor just as the prince did, they were also newlyweds.

No matter what distance the armor gave them, they would find a way for their skins to touch.

"Your men would look down upon you with how you act, Hendery." She shimmies her shoulders to push the prince off of her.

"We are newlyweds, they would understand." He moves himself closer to her, but no matter how much closer he moved the distance would not lessen with the armor that sat between them. Instead he settles his head on her shoulders and would feel her hair across his own face.

On the other hand, Taeha was getting lost in her thoughts as they continued to travel.

When she read books about war in the time of chaos in the continent, she could not imagine how men and women make time to create children. How is that they were able to conceive as war went along? Yet at this very moment she was proving that these things were indeed possible. Then the thought of her eldest sister crosses her mind, of how she was born during the time when her father's greatest tale was being done.

"It would not take long for us to arrive at the border, that is where we'll be taking a rest for the night." Illia comes up beside the two newlyweds looking at them up and down.

"I know." That was the prince's rather simple reply.

Taeha turns to look at Illia and catches a glimpse of how he looked at the prince. She doesn't want to read into things, but something was tingling at the back of her head about the way he looked at Hendery and her.

She also takes notice of a knowing look between Illia and Hendery, that she had to turn her head around to face him. Once her eyes were meeting his, he was already giving her a sweet smile.

"Have you missed my face?"

There was absolutely no trace of that same knowing look that Illia directed at the crowned prince.

It did not take long for Hendery to slow his own horse down as he allowed his men to walk ahead and settle down before he allowed the princess to even take a step down the horse. Once the horse stopped walking, the men were yet to finish setting up where they will be staying for the evening.

"Shall we walk around the area before they finish?"

Hendery holds his hand out for his wife, waiting for her to accept his assistance down the horse.

"I would rather that we help them." Taeha accepts his hand as she jumps down from the horse and into his arms.

"I would rather take my time with you."

"Hendery!"

Some ears perked up at the use of the prince's rather intimate nickname. This was partnered with her hand hitting the prince's chest.

"This is not the time nor place." She wiggles her way out of his grasp and heads towards the people making the tent they were to rest in for the evening.

Hendery watched as the princess, always so prim and proper, was talking among his men and asking what it is that she could help with. Eventually her hand made its way towards one end of the tent and she began helping the number of men around her with building the tent.