They looked over, watching as the guard ran up to them.
"Your Majesty, there's an urgent matter that needs your attention," The guard stated.
Gabrielle looked up at Ansel, pulling her hand away from him.
"Well it seems you are busy now, so I'll leave you to it," She hummed, placing the bowl of soup in his hand, "I'll see you later."
She turned around, getting ready to walk away but before she could she felt a gentle tug on her arm.
"But wait, I didn't even get to send my compliments to the chef," He whinged, "The food was so delicious I have to kiss the chef."
"Don't you have things to do," She questioned, scrunching up her nose.
"I'm never too busy to send my regards to the chef," He chirped, kissing the side of her head, "I always have time for you."
She covered her blushing face with the back of her hand, as he let go of her arm.
