As King, Gazel has to uphold his kingly demeanor. The shadow's below his eyebrows, his tough build, and the perpetual seriousness of his face don't help cease nerves when near him. It doesn't help that his voice booms, deep and gravelly, or that his tough armor makes him bigger. Overall, his appearance and demeanor can make others shiver and shrink. Yet, they do not know off-duty him. They don't know him like you do, but there are times he slips.

You, his pretty little wife. Someone who's the complete opposite of his kingly mask—small, soft, and inviting. There's no doubt, the dwarven kingdom and all of its people know their king loves their queen. Even with his status, he's not shy about it. But, sometimes he gets a little antsy. Currently, he sits, listening to his councilors like he should—though, he knows you're patiently waiting for him. He sighs, opening his eyes to peer at the group, his face still resting on his fist.

"I believe this matter should be handle, by now. Is there anything else that needs to be addressed—I have a date with my wife."