“Isn't it a Knight's job to make sure his Queen and Princess are never in harm's way? Even if it's something as simple as making sure the Queen doesn't sink into the trap that her Princess' cuteness laid out?” He grinned a little bit, because it had been a little while since he'd actually joked about the nickname she'd given him, but afterward, he nodded. “Of course I will. But I don't think you have to worry about that for awhile. She looks up to you. Quite a bit, actually, if what I'm seeing is any indication.
Evan was quiet for a moment after Leah snipped about Rae being so open about her baby. “Well...” he spoke in understanding of his best friend's girlfriend's situation, “I don't think she cares who sees.” Perhaps a little throwback to her more promiscuous days. A little piece of Evan wondered how Elliot felt about that. “I think you'd be beautiful either way,” he told her. “And I've always felt like that particular kind of weight was different. Maybe it's just me being strange and French, but...” There was something beautiful about a pregnant woman. Old fashioned, maybe, but Evan attributed it to the life that she was housing and bringing into the world.
“You don't have to try for that cher, believe me. I feel the same way about you.” Every moment they spent together, so long as they weren't fighting or at odds for one reason or another, was worth it to him, and it made the wait between just as worth it. “But merci,” he added with a slightly sheepish smile at the compliments she heaped on him.
He turned his head with a tiny smile when Marigold called their attention, though he caught Leah's sigh and squeezed her hand, trying to tell her that it was okay. “Now that, papillon, is a castle worthy of the prettiest Queen and Princess in the world. It obviously just needed a princess' touch.”