“Please, Princess,” he begged. “You should marry so the kingdom is not without a king.”
Celestia twirled her fork in her hand, her eyes distant. She watched from the large windows off to the side of the table as the ocean waves crashed against the shore. “I’m not ready,” she answered simply.
Her advisor buried his head in his hands. “What do you mean? You’ve been prepared for marriage since you were young!”
“That’s kind of fucked up.”
“Language!” he shrieked. He looked over at the future queen, his gaze softening. “Listen, your parents trusted me with the task to advise you when they died, and I can’t let them down.”
“Archibald,” Celestia started. “I get it. I do. I just do not want to just be someone’s wife. I am perfectly capable of running a kingdom without a husband. Plus, I have you.”
He suppressed a grin as he realized just how much she’d grown up. He remembered when she was just a little girl, playing with the knight’s children and their wooden swords. “I worry about you, you know.”
“I know.”