"A king?"

Isn't that the kind of thing you tell a body before you've known them, say, a whole year? All these months. All the impropriety.

Kate wants to press her further, eyes darting to the frog king — she isn't upset, Caspian, she's just very disappointed — but knows now isn't the moment. So he simply garners an arched eyebrow and the thinning of her lips before she answers Marian.

"A kiss."