“This is the dress. It is one I found along the women at the coffers. Is it not marvellous? I believe using Sortnafeigr’s accustomed pieces will let the North learn of its magnificence.”
“…”
Silent, the man stared at the piece loosening the grip of his hand on hers. And as stillness governed their chambers, his hand took the end of it’s sleeve… stroking the fabric with deep ponder.
The woman solely observed. Intrigued as to why such attitude was taken by her straightforward spouse… Nevertheless, the response was to come eventually with the low sound from her spouse's voice.
“… You say you found this at the coffers?”
“? Yes… It is a delicate piece, truly magnificent…”
“… Ewelina…” — Troubled by her thoughts on the dress before them, his wishes felt heavy to tell… and yet, his head turned to look at the wife. Ready to tell his request. — “Don’t wear this.”
“Huh?? W-why? Does Husband dislike it?”