The wizard smiled back at her, tempted to give her a small kiss on the nose. But he simply looked right back at her. He was feeling quite happy that night. He hadn't brought anyone in lately who was on their side - or an innocent person blamed for something they didn't do. He'd had a fun night and had a lovely lady in his arms and a good glass of wine with more of the bottle waiting if they so pleased.
Knowing a good part of what had happened to her, Kings couldn't blame Emmeline for it. "Well, fun times," his eyebrows wriggled, "or bad times, I'm here for you, girl. You're not alone." He had her back. And if anything- the wards were better here. He would be here before anyone could kill her.