He thinks for a minute. "You know I actually asked Jordie if he thought you should be with one of those suitors, or at least someone nicer than they were. Someone who could protect you I mean. You know what he told me?
'She's a princess. If she wanted protection, that's why there's a royal guard. That's what we're here for if it comes down to it. She doesn't need protection. She needs someone who loved her before she wore the crown. Who didn't know that marrying her might mean money and power and the big seat at the table. She needs someone who makes her laugh when important princess-y things come up and everything seems like it sucks. She needs someone who is going to take her for hot dogs and kettle corn and poutine at the Leafs game instead of boiled lobster for the fifteenth night in a row. And I only know one guy who does all of that for her.'"
A pause, as he's glad he got all that memorized.
"I think I can keep managing all that, if you still want me to." He smiles over his shoulder at her.
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