"Well, you're in luck," she laughed softly, picking up her head to give him a crooked smile. "Since I'm rather afraid you're stuck with that. I have no intention of ever being anywhere else, my prince."

Now that he looked slightly less likely to behead someone, she took a moment to search his face. "I think your nose is broken," she informed him with a hint of wry humor. "And for once, it wasn't my fault. You should get that seen to."