[CW: Some misogyny.]

His smile fluttered like a moth fighting a gust of wind, but he persevered.

Aslan never considered himself much of a romantic. Sure, a handful of trysts back when they still had a family to go on holiday with... and maybe a kiss bound for somewhere nowhere before it was fair to suspect the endless maids’ disappearances before he started firing them might have had to do with Nisa. But, romance was for women. 

...and maybe men who didn’t have a body count by proxy.

He was startled to find just how unsettling the idea of Nisa finding him someone disturbed him – even if she lived!

Alas. Aslan schooled his face into a careful smile that he hoped looked more whimsy than cringe, and it was decided.