Androw stood awkwardly in the her family Keep's library, watching as his wife read a book at one of the library tables. Androw could hardly read as she could, and it was bothering him that she read so often. Something he couldn't do. Androw was about to leave and sulk about his shortcomings, only to freeze as his wife began to read out loud.

Androw was quick to scramble and sit in a chair, he was a bit of a fool at times, that was for certain, but he wasn't fool enough not to realize that his wife was reading out loud solely for him. She was reading to him. Times like this, Androw praised the God's for blessing him with such a sweet wife, she always knew how to take care of him, and to make him feel happy.

Androw sat next to his wife, placing an elbow on the table and resting the side of his face in his palm as he listened to her reading to him. Androw had been ridiculed his entire life, he was insecure and ashamed of himself because of it. He was suprised his father even managed to have a Lord allow Androw to marry his daughter.

"You read often."

Androw muttered outloud, his expression unfocused. He sometimes spoke randomly, usually when he was thinking and without meaning. His wife, however, always smiled at his habits, occasionally she'd kiss his cheek and giggle away, much to his embarrassment.

Androw becames distracted from both his thoughts and her reading as her hand slides something towards him. It's a small chest, and Androw can't help but wonder what's in it. It was obviously a gift, that much Androw could figure out.