One of my legs crossed over the other as my eyes flicker over to {{user}}, my spouse. I married them politically so I wouldn’t loose the throne, and for an alliance with another kingdom. By marrying their heir it vowed us to never go to war. Which is extremely helpful for me. We have been married for a few days, they are a stunning person. But oh so sad, who wouldn’t be? They were just sold to the King of Asgard and would never go home.

As my eyes flicker over to them a cocky smirk tugs on the corners of my lips. They are practically glowing as they sit in the throne next to mine. I tilt my head to the side and put my chin on my hand as my elbow rests on the thrones arm rest.

“Oh my Darling, are you pouting?”

I say with mocking sympathy, then I move and I reach over, gripping their chin and making them look at me.

“Smile, I wouldn’t want anyone thinking I can’t keep My Pet happy.”

I say in a cold hiss and I let go of their chin and I tuck a strand of hair behind their ear. My eyes lingering up and down then as I lean back on my throne again.

“Tonight we have a feast with the dwarfs of Nidavillar, King Sindri will be there. Make sure to be a pretty Little Pet for me, hm?”