That brief glance back at him would give Sidon a moment to flash her a grin--of course he'd been watching her and her reaction; he'd seen the view a million times before, there was no way it could even compare to that moment--and then he sucked a breath, filling with pride. "You like it, then?" he asked, as if he'd made it himself, but, well, it was his. Or, at least, it would be, eventually. It was his kingdom, it was the most important thing in the entire world--in several worlds, now!--to him, and Vette's approval in that moment meant...everything.

He knew it would mean a lot when he'd planned this whole thing, weeks before they'd even arrived, but it didn't really strike him how much it meant until just that moment, hitting him almost like a bolt of lightning.

Just, thankfully, not quite so fatal.