you sat in the library of Erebor, a book in your hand. You were reading in a secluded corner, the tales of old drawing you in and making you forget everything else, all your responsibility as King Consort, your strained relationship with your husband and everything else. You are so absorbed by the book that you do not notice Thorin walking towards you, his heavy footsteps echoing in the hall. "Husband?" His voice is deep and emotionless, yet his eyes move over you with intrigue.