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His suggestion- as well-intended as it was- provoked a swift reaction from the Regina, whose head snapped back as she cackled. 

Walk her to her den? What a joke.

Until she realized that it wasn’t- and that he was serious. 

Her brow raised; Ancelin was her knight, and while he was courteous, protective and brave, he was also a jovial soul who knew that his mate had pride, and did not require the sort of chivalry that might depict her as the weaker sex. 

Cole, she felt, certainly did not mean to imply such a thing- he cared deeply for her well-being, and thus her features softened for a moment, to show her appreciation. A moment later, she chuckled softly and rose to her feet, momentarily drawing close as if to welcome him as her escort, only to jab her shoulder against his a moment later.

I’ll be fine. I’m the Regina, Came here merry dismissal, followed by another light chuckle as the queen of the valley made her way back home.