"Your land is truly fertile," said Magnius the Mighty as he gazed at the vast panorama of plantations around him. "You're right, it's enough to refresh the eyes and calm the mind."
"I know, right?" Sa-Lyran smiled sweetly. "Hey, Lord Magnius, I'm a little cold."
"Hmm?" One of Magnius' eyebrows rose higher than the other.
"Can't you see?" said the Young Consort, again. "I deliberately wore clothes that were open around my stomach. Goodness, I didn't expect you to be so insensitive."
Magnius the Mighty laughed subtly with a shake of the head.
"Aren't you afraid?" he asked the queen back.
"You mean, the slave laborers?"
"Yeah, what else?" said Magnius. "If one word reaches your husband's ears, then you'll end up on the executioners' altar, Sa-Lyran."
"Trust me." The Young Consort did not even hesitate to touch Magnius' chest in a spoiled manner. "They won't dare."
