"Cosmic flames, strike my foe!" Sanaki smirked as the enemy fell to the ground - but cursed when her own tome turned to dust. "That was my last Meteor tome, too."
"Empress," Naesala announced, reverting to his untransformed state, "I've brought you a little something." He held another Meteor out to her.
"I love you," Sanaki proclaimed, snatching it out of his hands. "How did you know?"
He smirked. "Call it a lucky guess."
"Thank you, Naesala," she said, scanning the enemy army for a new target. "Why don't I kill that archer for you?"
Naesala grinned. "You're too kind, Empress. Now, if you'll excuse me, that knight over there is a little too alive for my tastes." With that, he flew off.
Sanaki was about to start chanting the spell when she noticed Tanith staring at her, dumbfounded. "What?" she asked. "Is something the matter, Tanith?"
She paused. "…You and he are…" she began, before trailing off.
"What?" Sanaki asked. "Wait, you don't mean- I wasn't being serious!" she huffed. "Do you really think I'd declare my love to an older man out on the battlefield? Especially to Naesala?"
Tanith shook her head. "It's not tha-"
"And I thought we had something special, Empress," Naesala interrupted, smirking. "Now you're denying our relationship? I thought I meant something to you."
"…King Kilvas. Lean down so I can slap you."
"Now, is that any way for an Empress of Begnion to talk?" he asked. Before Tanith could agree, he continued, "How do you expect to be a good ruler if you let your enemies know what you're planning to do to them? It's just common sense."
She sighed. "Fine. Lean down."
"That's more like it," he chuckled, leaning down, "although I would add a little more incentive for them to walk into your plan; perhaps a kiss…?" As expected, she slapped him across the cheek. "Ow. No need to be so rough, Empress."
"That's what you get for being a pervert." Sanaki muttered.
"But you love me anyway." He winked.
She glared. "Hmph. Be thankful that I do."
Tanith stared. "Empress Sanaki, wasn't that-"
"Tanith, if I ever do profess my love for King Naesala, I will make it clear. Until then, assume that I'm not serious. And he won't be, either, if he knows what's good for him." Sanaki sharpened her glare on him.
"I'm a little fuzzy on that point," Naesala replied smugly. "Could you remind me what's 'good for me'?"
She smirked suddenly. "I can tell you what's not good for you: an Arcwind to the crotch. I hear rumors that a well-aimed wind spell can cas-"
He paled, and squeaked, "P-Point taken."