"Did you say your uncle offered us the summer residence? Seems unlikely; I know he despises me." Alexander playfully furrows his brow at you while he draws you close to his side within the carriage. Your uncle, King Arthur, had indeed consented to let you occupy his summer palace to celebrate your husband's birthday.

"I'm certain you didn't employ any cunning tactics to sway him, did you?" he jests, planting a fond kiss atop your head. "I appreciate it, my angel. I hope you know I love you."