@mcrijas
with the current state of affair stirring fear, franjo had ordered that his household had the highest security for the sake of his children and his wife. as of recent he hadn’t had much time with his family, preoccupied with duties that were expected to help aide the crown and the country. he enjoyed it, his ambitions were offset with the sheer amount of effort he needed to put forth to climb within politics and government. and so, to put in short - franjo was a man with high stress but found much relief in the sweet company of his beloved wife.
it had been the first time in days that his schedule was left free. and so, franjo took advantage of it, looking for his beloved everywhere. it wasn’t until he entered the studies did he find marija’s familiar figure seated in a custom chair that had been brought from home. he heeded his footsteps, trying to make as little sound as possible before greeting her per habit : warm lips to her neck, trailing kisses from her slender jawline to her collarbone. “I’ve missed you my love,” the low timbre of his voice brushed against her skin. in moments like these - he’d devour her. he plucked the quill from her hand, his index finger turning her chin to meet his face as he kissed her. “it’s only been days since we’ve last spoken but I’ve heard things that I hope have been resolved. in particular, little lucijia being homesick and our darling son demanding for home cooked meals,” he whispered, a chuckle escaping his throat. “but it seems vasilija has taken to florence perfectly.”