Anniversary // Lucas and Thalia
Thalia was quite ecstatic as they were shown the castle and its grounds. It was like being back during the Dark Ages – not the best time for Europe, but a memorable one nonetheless.
The redhead followed Lucas to the bedroom, half wondering if she could calm down enough to take a nap to take the edge off her jet lag, but as usual her husband had other plans. She turned, eyebrows raised, then burst out laughing as he strutted out in the kilt she had requested. Thalia gave him a round of applause, nodding as he flexed. “Eleven out of ten, no question. You’d win Mr. Scotland in my book any day,” she responded.
‘You think so?’ Lucas smirked, strutting up to Thalia and taking her in his arms. ‘Too bad I’m not actually Scottish.’ The wolf thought a moment, chuckling. ‘I gotta admit, it’s pretty comfortable. Quite freeing. Brings me back to ancient Greece.’ The wolf leaned down and kissed Thalia deeply. ‘So, should we take supper, or skip right to the good stuff, dear wife?’











