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“ciamar a tha thu a ’faireachdainn an-diugh” she asked running her fingers through his wild mane feeling his hand upon her in its closeness. Mei Xiu asked how he was today wondering the answer among other things. There were simple pleasures in life that were luxuries for rulers and nobles alike she envied every day people over. She’d been conditioned overtime to rise early, gracefully to become each day a person to be relied upon through every hour. Sleeping in was something she envied greatly and though the option to do such a thing lingered in the air it was a luxury for her. A well earned treat. Mei played with the idea as she curled his hair around fingers remembering such an action when they were younger. She had after all these years fallen truly and madly in love with the man beside her as she loved his country that had adopted her into its arms. Finishing the bit of pastry she hummed softly shaking her head.
“True. Then again if this were home there would be dogs in my bed” She spoke, brushing the fingertips of a newly freed hand along his jaw line. “Six or seven large hounds who hog all the space. Do you remember that winter we were pregnant with Lina and I was not as acclimatized to the weather and you not only had me hugged to your side with thick furs and all of those dogs? I actually miss that. I can be persuaded not to be but we are guests here and there is an event we must be present at eventually.”
Her Gaelic always brings a big, stupid grin to his face. And if that wasn't telling enough, the nuzzle against her hip is answer enough to how he's feeling. Content. He's content enough to stay with her in bed, reminiscing about times that were far less certain, but still fond in hindsight.
"Now. There were only three dugs, four at most," he teases her cheekily, although to be honest he could barely remember. The dogs were the least of his thoughts that night. Not with a bairn on the way and a blizzard at their door.
"That was a helluva snow. Half thought you were going to take the bairn and head back to China the moment you were able."
Not that he could have entirely blamed her. Both Scotland (and himself) had managed to show her the worst in the early years. He's lucky, perhaps, she was stronger than he had originally took her for. More sensible too, although that meant in times like these she pushes him to be a better man and King.
Somewhat begrudgingly, Henry stretches out, then finally pulls himself up into a sitting position. He steals a piece of fruit from her plate, but pays it so little mind he doesn't even know what it is until he pops it in his mouth. (Strawberry.) Instead his gaze is fixed on his wife, giving her another grin and an exaggerated roll of his eyes.
"But you're right, hen. Per usual. Might as well get it over with."
