"Are you sure this is a good idea?" along the road, Void continued to move.
"Sure about what?" he turned with a smirk,"-wasn't my wife getting jealous earlier, what's this change of heart all of a sudden?"
"Oh please, don't forget who I am," she pinched his arms, "-in seriousness, are you sure about this?"
"You're Shanna Islegust, not the Queen of Arda, but my lovely wife. None knows who the ruler of said province is, therefore – thou art but a flower in the glimmering sunlight," on that note, the car stopped shy of the town-square. Parked in a lot at the back of the restaurant, arms locked, the couple walked through the door.
"Let me say this already," he whispered, "-people are going to stare; don't order Prophecy to go on a killing spree just because of a lustful gaze."
