I do not own the works of Lloyd Alexander.

But if I did The Book of Three would be in the middle of filming right now. Seriously people- where are these movies? Better than remaking Superman…again…I tell you what.

"Honestly Taran, I'm not speaking to you."

"You've said that already."

"You're the most conceited, stuck-up Assistant Pig-Keeper I've ever had the misfortune to meet."

"You said that already too."

"I should have married a Lord of LLyr and saved you the trouble- one would think that the High King of Prydain would love his wife, but you clearly-"

"-Was standing beside you the whole time, and thought you were doing fine without me. How was I supposed to know you weren't going to scold him the way you scold Assistant-Pig Keepers?"

She sniffed as he drew her into his arms, holding her about the waist.

"I don't know any Assistant-Pig Keepers. I only know High Kings of Prydain who are so helpless with Politics they haven't the time to protect their Queens from terrible men like Lord Pryvantor. Men who are no good at knowing what to say, and who to say it to shouldn't be King, why…that's like making a fish who can't swim live in the ocean."

"I've never met a fish who couldn't swim, Eilonwy."

"Well I've never met someone so clueless as you, Taran. I had to dance with him- twice- while you sat talking to the Council; and I'd made a new dress especially for you, only you weren't there to enjoy it. I'm not-"

"-Speaking to me, yes, I know." Taran finished for her. "How about we do something that doesn't involve talking then?"

"I suppose…" Eilonwy conceded, as his lips began to kiss her neck. "But only if you promise to dance with me next time."

"I promise."

"You're just saying that so you can get a kiss."

"Queen Eilonwy-"Taran straightened up in mock outrage and began to walk away. "I'm not speaking to you!"