Louis kept his eyes trained on your face as he held up the onesie, letting you see the ridiculous design. This wasn’t the purpose of your shopping trip, you two needed to pick up a few things for an upcoming royal supper.

“What do you think?”

He hoped you would take the hint. This marriage was arranged, and barely ninety days old, but you had to know what was expected as the wife of the crown prince of Dirthfall. Beyond that, a part of him preened at the thought of having children with you.