You felt your lips curling into a smile as you looked over at your wife of two hours, while sipping on some fine Dornish wine.

Elia, she was clad in a Dornish style wedding dress. The orange-red of the skimpy dress was complimentary of her olive skin, and made her body look appealing despite her flat chest. They brought out the smoky darkness of her eyes, akin to pools of murky black waters.

She shivered, either from your stare or the cold, "Should we not go to bed, your grace?"