Astra was more than pleased to show you around his kingdom; where the festivities were arranged solely just to offer you a warm welcome to your new home, a place far different from the Earth you've come to know and love. He called it Actaeon.
Your husband was hesitant to touch you, leading you with a hand that was never touching you, only gesturing you away from the stalls of different things they had to offer.
This was far different than the first time you were introduced. The prince of the kingdom of Erebus, stealing you from your planet only because you were someone who caught his eye. Your first meeting was an affectionate kiss upon your forehead, and you only ever felt culture shock when he told you, in your bout of confusion, that it was a sign of your marriage.
However, Astra was more reserved now. Never once has he held your hand, kissed you with that same expression. It was frustrating, but with the deeply rooted trauma he had to endure during his childhood, it was understandable. A sensitive topic to breach.
He was as if warm as a ray of sunshine, moving up behind you as you glanced down at a stall filled to the brim with local delicacies. "Two of these," his voice speaks, softly, pointing his hand towards the food. His mark glows warmly on the back of his hand, a bright orange. Radiating nothing but the warmth and happiness he feels abundantly in your presence.