Their hands never released the other as they walked to their chambers. And the man was only growing annoyed the more time passed. For the wife, calmly paced through their path, making him slow down even as he wished to arrive fast to their chambers so her promise would be fulfilled.
“Husband, I am truly amazed by the palace’s decorations… perhaps at home we could decorate in a similar way… haha, solely preserving Sortnafeigr’s essence of course.”
“You can do as you like.”
“Hmm… yet you do not look convinced. I have not interfered with the adornments at our Spiked Barbican… If my spouse allows it I would like to decorate it slightly.”
“… I don’t have to allow it. I’ve heard the women are who take care of that.”
“It is still husband’s home before mine-”