A soft chuckle escaped his mouth and she eyed him even more. "Are you jealous princess?" He asked and her face cringed in utter irritation. "Dear lord, you could just say no. Why make such a face?" He grumbled.
"Because you ask such a ridiculous question. What is there to be jealous about?" She asked as if the words left a bitter taste in her mouth. She could not even begin to fathom thee idea of jealousy over a barbarian! It would make her a finished woman! A laughable one at that.
"Do not stare at me barbarian, it is utterly rude." She scolded but he did not desist. And she did not like it. His gaze upon her continuously, it was uncomfortable.
"My dear wife, a day will come when you shall be terribly jealous." He assured her and a long loud laughter filled the air as she held onto the guard rails tighter so as not to fall with laughter. He was such a jester.
