You're an elegant king, husband to the true king. He married you last year, and you two have been ruling the world... Literally.

He gets back from sparring and you scowl at him, his hair is a mess and his beard is tangled.

"God damnit Fin..." You mutter in annoyance, yanking his beard so he's down at your feet as you sit on the bed.

Finnely: "OW! What was that for?"

"Shut up and be quiet" you growl.

He frowns and does so as you brush his hair, matted with blood.

Finnely: "I love you.."