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Something warm pressed against her lips and a wave went through her body. Like a shiver it traveled from her head to her feet. Her stomach felt ready to explode with butterflies. Her hand on his neck and his on her middle back, her long hair brushing his fingers. Her head tilted slightly to one side she felt the strong emotion rush through her. Picard was still pressing against her and she could feel his muscular chest. She pulled back out of shock even though she almost knew beforehand he was to kiss her.
“Picard?” she whispered in his ear. He squeezed her close once and answered.
“Yes, milady?” Picard whispered back playing calmly with the longer strands of her hair.
“Was that all in the game...” Kenya waited quietly for the answer she was sure would put her down.
“My dearest, I meant all that I have done...” Picard started back but Kenya held him tightly, so he stayed, uncomplaining. After a minute of them standing like this Kenya pulled back brushing her cheek against his. They walked quietly back to Greg, her hand upon his, upraised in the air as you see in the Royal Palace in which the King lives.
“Why, hullo, my fair Princess, have you and the good Sir Picard made a pact?” Greg asked knowing of the plan Picard had to tell her of his feelings.
“Why, yes, we have... and I suppose you knew of this?” Kenya asked her question coming from the grin Greg was giving her.
“Yes, my fair lady, I can not lie. I knew of Sir Picard’s doings... do forgive me.” Greg knelt upon one knee for the forgiveness of the princess.
“Of course, Lord Gregory, forgiveness is yours.” Kenya said graciously and she smiled and held her other hand to let him rise.
“Why, Princess, your forgiveness is much obliged.” he answered in a kingly voice and bowed to her deeply as he got up.
“Now I do believe that it is getting late and the Princess should always have her sleep.” Picard looked at her and noted the yawn.
“I suppose you’re right, Sir Picard, off to bed, milady.” Greg raised his eyebrows at Kenya and ushered her off to bed since the night was spent.
“But I’m not tired,” Kenya drifted off and her head nodded to the left, “it’s not fair...”
“Now just you wait until we get you to bed.” Greg began to pick her up when Picard began humming. Turning around they saw Picard and he was on the ground, leaning against the oak, humming a tune neither of them knew.