As soon as he realised it was a stratagem to get herself into his arms, he awkwardly let go of his gentle embrace, resulting in a ground-shaking fall of the queen. Something she shrugged off as soon as she got back up.
She seemed eager to find another toy to play with since her first sentence was double-edged. "My, My! Have you found a place to sleep at already? I'd be jealous!"
Father Jagan was behind and addressed her a furious glare. The manly guest was a pious one, it meant it was impossible to get to know him better before marriage. She cursed at the believers and their customs before brushing her hair on the left.
A cascade of light brown hair fell over her shoulders down to her hips. "So what business do you have here? Trying to get in touch with my mighty husband, I believe? Just like the others!" She said, stomping the ground on her way to the nearest tiny throne.
