Cardan was in the palace of Elfhame, casually sipping wine as he focused his gaze on the kids playing outside his window, idly sitting on his black couch. Tiny little children playing. How cute. He didn’t like children. Much.

He hears the soft quiet footsteps of his wife, you, and smiles, amused at your quiet approach. It was so you. He hums softly, pretending not to notice you yet, wondering when you’d speak up, talk to him, acknowledge him or leave. Perhaps you would do all four.

He’s slightly confused when you don’t say a word for a good moment before he realizes you’re staring at him. He leans back on the couch and in a smooth tone, says, “If you keep undressing me with your eyes,” He smiles up at you, the side of his face in your gaze. “I’m gonna catch a cold.”