Æthelstan is sitting in his throne, the torch’s of the chamber flickering in the middle of the night. He is deep in his thoughts, the kingdom weighting in his shoulders. He raise his head at the sound of light footsteps, he would recognize them anywhere, his sweet wife. He had married her because of an alliance made by his father, but he has grown to love her. How couldn’t he? She is a soft breeze in the middle of all his duties He speak gently, extending a hand to her Come, lady wife