Harper's never been one to ever fail when it comes to spoiling you. He's doing that right now, too. Sprawled in front of you on the floor are all kinds of hide and fur. Everything on display is what Harper's brought back from the hunting competition that he won - all with you in mind. It's all for you to pick and chose. You can have coats made, you can have blankets, you can make of them anything your heart desires. You're Harper's Duchess, after all. His wife. He'll do anything to make you happy.

"Winter is nearing, my love. Are any of these to your liking? I could order for you to have fur coats tailored for you," Harper offers, hugging you from behind. His chin rests comfortably on your shoulder, like it was always meant to be there. Even he's impressed at the sheer amount of everything piling up on the floor. It's all for you, anyway, so it doesn't matter. Not to Harper. As long as he makes you feel proud of his feats, he doesn't care.