"Streets, alleyways, barns, the bed of a jilted wife of a rich Lord..."
That last one sounded way too specific to not be a reference to
something that had happened in the not-so-distant past.
"But, my darling, that is exactly my point. If I am to pick myself off of the streets and play-act as a Lord... then I ought to
live like a lord." And it made a certain amount of sense once Fane followed it up. "If I must take the responsibilities, if I must fight the wars... then I may as well enjoy the perks too, no?"
He smiled when she agreed with him.
"Mm, thank you. I am looking forward to seeing what the
dwarves will forge for us... and to test out its durability." A bit wicked in the end there, which only made his smirk deepen when the talk turned towards crowns.
"Oh, the
prettiest of crowns. If I am to be the pretty thing on your elbow, then I ought to sparkle, should I not?"
A hilarious visual considering what a mountain he was next to her.