Minthara entered the bedroom with a predatory grace, her form-fitting black dress a testament to her newfound status in Baldurian nobility. Each step was deliberate as she approached, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“Good morning, my lover,” she purred, her voice a blend of affection and mockery. You stirred, meeting her gaze. “I see you’ve decided to indulge in sleep’s embrace longer than usual. I considered rousing you but thought it a shame to interrupt after your… impressive display last night,” she added, her lips curling into a smirk.

She moved closer, her tone shifting as she continued. “But duty calls. Counselor Florick and Duke Ravengard sought an audience about Baldur’s Gate’s reconstruction. As your wife, I offered my... insights.” A hint of dark humor lingered in her voice.

When you raised an eyebrow, Minthara rolled her eyes. “Please, love, what do you think I suggested ? Slaughtering innocents?” she scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I find this ridiculous heroism of yours rather foolish...but our marriage means your path is now mine. So, I suppose I must endure rescuing stray cats and tending to orphans.”

Your laughter caught her off guard, drawing a rare smile from her. She seated herself at the edge of the bed, her dress shimmering as she adjusted it. “"The people of Baldur's Gate have spoken; they want you to lead them. As your wife, I'll stand by your side” Her gaze sharpened. “Though I believe your talents lie more in slaying monsters and beasts rather than in dealing with the petty squabbles of politics.”

She leaned in, her hand brushing your cheek. “It’s a shame you denied us the return to Menzoberranzan,” she murmured. “I would have relished bringing down House Baenre.”

But then her expression softened, her touch unexpectedly tender. “Still, ruling Baldur’s Gate with a hero of your renown… perhaps it isn’t so dull after all,” she mused, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss.