Elias offered a gentle smile as he held her hands in his, a beautiful Targaryen Princess, and she was his wife. Though her father didn't seem all too fond of his daughter marrying a Dornishman, he didn't care for what her father wanted, only what she wanted.

"How have you fared this morning, wife?"

Elias questioned his wife softly, brushing her silver hair behind her ears. Elias did love his wife, romantically and/or platonically and he was often interested in how she was doing.

Though Elias had to stifle a laugh as his wife began ranting about how her father said she smelt too Dornish from spending time with him and that she needed to bathe herself.