Elynor bit back a sigh as he watched the scene unfolding in front of them. Isolde was perplexed as she focused on eating her meal the table's tapestries suddenly appeared very interesting, she had a feeling she was witnessing a conversation she should be. King Wesleynard's eyes never left his wife's face as he spoke, his words taking on a husky quality.
"You were the sunrise to my endless night, Ana. The path to my destiny." He brings her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. "I chose you, freely and without hesitation. And I would choose you again, a thousand times over." Queen Ana Sofia's breath catches, her free hand coming to rest on her chest as if to calm her racing heart. "And yet," She licks her mouth, her attention darting between her husband and the goblet of wine. "You speak so fondly of the life you left behind."
