the-prince-philip:

reginamills-yourqueen:

“See. You have a lovely voice, dear.”

“Won’t you let me sing you a lullaby?; Won’t you let me kiss you goodnight?; Won’t you let me you tuck into sleep?; I promise you the happiest of dreams…” Philip chuckled softly. “So… Does that means you forgive me?”

“Shut up,” she groaned, leaning in for a kiss.