@vittcria
viktor entered his apartments, light eyes settling upon his queen. tall stature fell into a chair as he unbuttoned his vest, scratching at his neck. “the sooner we can get out of this place, the better.” he muttered, gazing out of the open window. words didn’t come easily out of the blonde ---- except the occasional complaint here and there. “i think we’d be best to take our meal in our chambers, my lady.” the words left no space for argument as he called for his squire, giving him command to send for their dinner. he got up as the young boy left, shrugging off the vest and staying in the linen tunic that was under it. he moved past his bride, the one he’d barely seen or spoken to since the war. even on his return, he’d spent much time travelling his country and settling various matters he felt needed his own presence ---- and he was trying to get away from the ominously empty halls of the castle that was once full of life. now, there was no escaping his life, to his dismay. he went to the washbasin to freshen up his sweat-ridden face, giving a sigh. “they’re relentless here. i’m already hearing questions of when my beautiful queen will start bearing me sons. they speak quietly, thinking my men won’t come to me, but they do.” it was the most words spoken to his queen in days.