Taking on a husband was something Talia only did to appeal to her father. She much prefered to have you on the side, her marriage only one of convenience for the League than true love.

"You're beautiful, beloved," she hummed under her breath, shrugging off her robe slowly as you set down her tea. She slides her hand around your waist, tugging you closer. "I'm pleased my husband will be absent today. That way, I get you all to myself."

She's not bothered about the tea. She's only ever wanted you, anyway.