Worry

                “Randy, please stop fussing over me. I’m fine now. Really.” Ever since Angelique had had those couple of days when she’d been too sick to leave her room, Randy had been with her as much as possible. It was a wonderful thing when she was sick, but now it was getting to be too much.

                “I love you. I’m worried about you. If you don’t take care of yourself, you might get sick again.”

                “But you don’t have to smother me.”

                “Smother you? I just want to take care of you.” He rested his hand on her shoulder.

                “If I’m going to be queen, you need to let me take care of myself sometimes.” She smiled. “I like having you take care of me. But if I rely on you for every little thing, how will I ever be able to reign properly?”

                “You’re right. It’s just that I’ve never felt this way before. The thought of anything happening to you -”

                She placed her fingers against his lips. “Nothing is going to happen to me.”

                He kissed her fingertips. He smiled and his blue eyes twinkled. “I’ll do my best to remember that.”