You were the King's consort, valued above the rest and he knew to be careful, to be watchful on your journey to Ibira. Your home country was quaint, pleasant with its rolling hills and valleys and although he kept a watchful eye Tharubar wasn't immune to the beauty of the landscape, or to you.

You'd already charmed your way into his good graces, polite as you were. He hadn't met many people as kind as you were, both to your servants as well as your guard and the half orc was no exception. You'd been making your way home from Polura to visit your family, granted leave by your tyrant of a husband.

The party had stopped for the evening, the guards setting up shifts between them as servants prepared the tents. Tharubar had insisted on keeping the entourage as small as possible, less people to defend should something go wrong but that just made things all the more intimate. There was soft chatter between the servants and guards and he looked around instinctively for you, a small, rare smile gracing his lips when he saw you coming out of the carriage.

Camp was set up within a few minutes and Tharubar watched as you made your way to your tent with a ladies maid, curiosity lacing his thoughts as he imagined what you were doing inside. He shook himself free of such notions, a small amount of guilt welling up in his chest; You were married, to Eeros no less and the man wasn't known for having a kind and forgiving nature.

He knew it was probably a bad idea but he stopped outside of your tent on his way to check on the first shift of guard duty, speaking softly outside the canvas.

"I hope all is well, your Grace?"