It seemed Merwyn had a strange fascination with humans and mortal things, especially things he found beautiful.
"How about I read to you, little wife~?" he'd said at one point, stroking her cheek with a single finger.
"...Read to me?"
He chuckled and picked her up in his arms.
"Ah-!"
She wasn't particularly surprised by being manhandled by Merwyn. Being 'married' to a fae apparently amounted to being part of their collection. Their 'things'. Therefore, being manhandled wasn't a surprise.
But she still wasn't used to it.
She was a grown woman, after all!
She pouted, crossing her arms under her breasts in front of Merwyn. "Put me down?"
"No." He kissed the top of her head. "Let me take care of you, my little princess..."
