Scene CXCIII

The woman slowly turned to look at the prominent man to her right, who coldly stared at the people ahead and listened to the music already played by the bards the North sowed in excess.

Yet his stare did not take much pause to fall on his wife… noticing the nervousness he had discerned made no sense as Ewelina’s essence was to appropriately change before those his name demanded respect from.

“Fatædi, are you out for a hunt? There’s amber in your gaze, woman.” — Proud, Aslak smirked at the danger his pacific wife could showcase in her brown hues. Thrilled for what those at the feast would see in the Archduchess as he also knew the many other sides of her charming character. — “Danger inhabits you, truly.”

The smile of the wife was the finest at the time… and her grace turned from him after an adequate answer was granted.

“There must be such hint… after all, I am to never show disgrace so my spouse’s honour will not be tainted.”