Of course I don't own anything but the idea. That's why it's called FANfiction, not just fiction.
She looks at him, her face a neutral mask. "I don't care what the rumors say, it'll never happen."
He studies her, his face almost matching hers in neutrality. "I never thought it would," he says mildly.
A slight flicker of skepticism passes through her eyes as she looks directly at him. "As long as we're both in agreement," she says, rising from her seat.
"Always, milady knight," he says, even as she's walking away from him. "Always."
Later that night, she lies awake, ideas that had been planted taking root in dreams she tried to deny, failing miserably.
He opens his door at her hesitant knock, closing it softly behind her.