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“Aaaaaaaand swing!” Charlotte said, more or less commanding her husband as she herself pulled the brave axe diagonally upwards. Powerful, but with surprising grace, the berserker cut through the air with decisive quickness.
Grunting, the King of Nohr tried to replicate what his queen had done, clumsily imitating her moves. As the hilt gained a little momentum from how quickly Xander had swung it, the paladin ended up over arching. The bronze axe lurched past his shoulder, the front-heavy weight of the steel sending him teetering backwards.
Not really one for grace, Xander ended up tripping on his heel, body disbalanced as he fell to the ground, the axe skittering away. As a groan escaped his lips, he sat forwards, eyes meeting Charlotte’s as she attempted to stifle her cackling. That was not to say she was above laughing at him of course, the woman’s shoulders shaking with amusement.
“Ahaha! You should have seen the look on your face! Oh man, that was good.” Her cheeks had stained crimson from how hard she was howling with laughter.
“...Was that so amusing?” Xander asked, deadpan. While his tone indicated annoyance, he’d be lying if he didn’t relish in the sound of Charlotte’s glee. He watched as she snorted, finally composing herself. She tossed her head, golden locks swaying as she brought some of her hair over her shoulder. Immediately, her demeanor warped into her old damsel persona, voice demure and an octave higher.
“Did my hubby-wubby hurt his hiney-whiney?” She drawled, pulling her hands up to her chest, batting her lashes aggressively. As soon as she finished her sentence however, the humor of her statement caught up with her, more laughter bubbling from within. Not the dainty squeal she used to use on him when they first met, but the gruff guffaw Xander loved. The king couldn’t hide the small grin that cracked through his curled lips.
Even if his ‘hiney’ did hurt a little (not that he’d admit it), seeing Charlotte so amused was worth it.