"Hey pretty one," he put his arms around your waist as he gave you a quick peck on the cheek. He looked at you in the mirror and his heart skipped a beat. Oh, shit. You were kind of frilly. Nice dress, neat hair, tasteful accessories... his heart was racing for two reasons. One was very obvious, and that was how you looked. He hadn't seen you this dressed up in a long time. And the other... that was a little worse. Why did you look like that? You didn't have an anniversary, he was sure of it. He'd put it on his calendar so he wouldn't forget it, like all the other dates that were important to you. Neither of you had birthdays, neither did your in-laws, and if he remembered correctly, he wasn't planning on taking you to the opera today. Then why...?

He cleared his throat a little. It was true he hadn't been home much lately. Lots of work and when he did stop by, there wasn't much time for any long conversations. Just a quick shag followed by a tired cuddle, so it was quite possible that he'd simply missed your mention of you going somewhere, but what the hell - he'd remember that.

"What grand celebration are you going to, may I ask, Your Majesty?"