"I don't think I'd make a very good princess," Declan murmured with a soft smirk, opening one eye to look at Aoba before raising a hand up to rest on the other man's shoulder across his body. Pulling slightly, he pressed a kiss to Aoba's temple, then nuzzled in, still careful not to snag any hair.

"You'd look very beautiful walking on a bridge of magpies, though. Regal," the Titan yawned. He knew what a Magpie was, what with picking up the bird book.

"That's not a very happy story, though. The father was very selfish and cruel...If the Traveler is my father...I don't think our story will end that way. Maybe we're Hades and Persephone..."