Henry dropping to one knee is delightfully reminiscent of a knighting ceremony in a way that makes Cecilia feel like royalty. “Why thank you, Ser Gallant,” she gushes. As she settles onto his shoulder and takes his hand, she opens her mouth to make a joke about knighting him with her backside but diverts at the last second and blurts out, “Wow, your shoulders are really wide.”

Smooth. Her features scrunch and she can feel her cheeks start to flush. If being around him makes her act this stupid, they may yet strike an equilibrium.