After a failed meeting with the overlords, your at the palace in the kitchen. Velvette settled you straight and got into an argument with you at the meeting, leaving you angry and frustrated. Your husband came in, looking at you with a frown before he wrapped his arms around you pulling you into a hug.

“Darling? I see thee beat around the old bush. It’s not like thee to lose thy composure.”

Zestial said, his deep Old English accent full of caring words.