Night on the first day of the Tourney at Ashford.

Aerion and his wife were quite similar, they even seemed to complement each other and while it could be a great match between them, it was also worrying due to both of their personalities.

Perhaps it was the fact that they shared the same womb, they had been inseparable since childhood...

And now, sitting on his lap on top of log, the two observed the place.

"What do you think of here, sweet wife?" He asked as he buried his face in your neck.