Further into the pool they tumbled, laughter spilling freely from him all the while. When they finally came to a stop, Apple had his foreleg caught in her mouth, openly gnawing at him.

For a brief moment, he stiffened, memories from another life flashing sharp behind his eyes. It nearly made him yank his limb free, but the playfulness in her gaze, the giddiness in her tone, eased the tension before it could take hold.

Breathing through the lingering edge of unease, he let a smirk tug at his lips.

Yes, it certainly seems you do. Do I taste good? Because you certainly do.

A low, almost sultry growl colored his voice, something he quickly tried to shake off with a soft clearing of his throat. Suddenly flustered, he glanced away.

What honor do I owe this meeting, my Queen?