Running away with Balthier was fun the first time, but getting to do it a second time, as his wife was even better. Had they just drifted alone for a few weeks she would have been happy, but getting to explore was a new kind of thrill, one that had her bouncing around through the ruins, excitedly trying to take in every detail.

The throne room was no exception, and it isn't until she feels the diadem settle on the top of her head that she tears her eyes away from the rest of the throne room, meeting his gaze with a laugh.

"Finally, the respect I deserve!" She grins before happily getting caught up in that kiss before drawing back and plucking a long string of gems from the shelf beside where the diadem sat, draping them around his neck before tugging the end like a very fancy leash. "Shouldn't you wait until I'm on the throne to worship me?"