“His own action figure!” Sir Guy was clearly not happy. He tossed back his mane and stamped his booted foot in a fit of pique. He always reminded Ladywriter of a gorgeous and spirited stallion at moments like that. LW gave a wistful inner sigh and fixed her stern schoolmarm expression on her face.
“Guy . . . what have I said about reading over my shoulder?”
“I know, I know. You don’t like it, you never liked it when you were working at the newspaper, it makes you feel as if someone is invading your space . . .” He grumbled as he gave a loud, manly sniff, folding his arms across his broad and equally manly chest.
“It’s just that, well–I’ve been the only one with one of these action figures. With my sword and Richie. Will he have a Richie, do you suppose? And a sword?” Guy asked, a slight furrow appearing in his brow, a plaintive note in his deep voice.
“I don’t know yet, Sir Guy. Technically, however, what with Thorin being a dwarf, he rides a lovely shaggy pony and not a real horse like yours, of course.”
Sir Guy lifted his chin, a smile playing at the corner of his lips as one dark brow rose. “Really? . . . of course, he is quite short, isn’t he? Compared to me? He has no stallion then, like me.”
“Sir Guy, no one is a sta–erm, has a stallion like you, I assure you. Or could look any better seated upon it.”
Those lips curled into a full-fledged smirk. “True. And his weapon? Is it as impressive as mine?”
LW thought of the large and lethal-looking Orcrist. Sometimes discretion was the better part of valor. Sometimes you just don’t want to hurt the feelings of the ones you love. Little white lies, surely?
“No one can wield a weapon quite like you, Sir Guy. Not even Thorin.”
Sir Guy gave her a small and gracious nod. “I thank you for affirming this for me, dear Ladywriter. Naturally, I knew this. I just–wanted to hear you say it, I suppose.”
“You’re very welcome, my dearest Sir Guy. You are still and shall always be my number one . . .”
He took her hand in his and pressed a tender kiss to the back of it. “And you are my lady who Loved me Into Being.”
She smiled up at him. “Only one of very, very many. You daft sod, you.” LW added with a distinctly cheeky grin.
Guy gave her that beautiful dark angel’s smile with a beguiling hint of sheepishness.
“I love you, LW.”
“And I love you, Sir Guy of Gisborne.”