"I am overthinking this," Penelope admitted. "But there is always something that weighs on my mind."
It was one person after the next, so she didn't have time to relax.
"Forgive me," Penelope said, lying back on the bed. "Give me one day and I will not worry myself about any of this again."
"I have a feeling you will need more than one day," Tyrion replied. He knew her too well to believe her.
Penelope smiled, silently agreeing with Tyrion. "Make it two days and I shall not linger on this. I have had plenty of attention on me since I was a child, but none like this. You must find me silly for worrying over these things."
"I do not. It pleased me to hear that you were not concerned about yourself, but about me. It makes me feel loved," Tyrion said, admiring her beauty as she laid beside him.
Penelope turned her head to the right to look at Tyrion. "Didn't you feel loved before?'
"I did, but I love seeing you express your love in more than one way," Tyrion explained.
