"Mamo-chan?"
He responded after a few moments, his voice thick with sleep. "Hmm?"
Usagi turned toward her dozing husband in the darkness, his profile softly outlined with moonlight.
"Do you think people will like me as queen? I'm not the most royal person. Not like my mother."
As their coronation approached, Queen Serenity had been on her mind. The epitome of royal grace and elegance, how could her clumsy, carefree heir compare?
"Royalty is as royalty does," Mamoru advised.
"What does that mean?" she asked, but Mamoru was already asleep. Usagi pondered his words in the silence of the night.