Returning to The Frostlands

"Are you ready, my loves?"

Ayaana giggled as she looked at her husband's outstretched hand.

She wanted to take it, but just this once she felt that it would be counterproductive to today's events.

Instead of taking their husband's hand, and their rightful place in his lap, the girls opted for taking the throne directly at his side instead.

Abaddon looked as if he'd just been shot. At least before he realized that he could change it.

Ayaana's throne was lifted into the air and turned it upside down.

His beautiful wife came falling into his lap by complete and total coincidence.

But now that she was here, she may as well be comfortable, right?

"Nice to have you here, my loves." Abaddon smiled innocently.

The wives pinched his cheeks and pulled with all of their strength.

"Such an unprofessional husband. How are we supposed to appear as graceful and dignified rulers when we're sitting in your lap like this?"