He hadn't paid attention to her reactions to his change in tradition - partly because he wasn't sure himself how long the
change would even last. He had always been weak when it came to his desires.
Her warmth was immediate at his side when she joined him, and his eyes found her face once more while he noticed the frown she held. Brother. The Prince watches with a contemplative look. That was rather traitorous to tradition - let alone their Kingdoms. Aspohodel was glad that her parents were not in approval of it, at least they had not lied when they said their children were raised in tradition. Only kept secret their daughter's hidden rebellious spirit.
"I could have our Kingdoms alliances end and your brother's head at my feet rightfully by that information alone." His voice was steeler, gaze colder, but his body pressed in closer while his muzzle attempted to caress behind her ear. Would he though? He could take everything that had happened since their wedding back to his father, and he was sure they could wipe their Kingdom away. Perhaps Aspohdel would even keep Sylenei in the aftermath. She was naive however, and too slippery with information. "You will need to learn to shield your tongue as Queen." He had too much on the line for his own Kingdom to consider backing out now.
Yet.
"Your parents were not wrong for making sure that was all you two knew." He comments idly, before exhaling and pulling his head back a bit. "Attacked by what?" The question hints a new turn in focus, so that he may not shove his beliefs down her throat too much, or keep the thought of her secret lessons at the forefront of his mind.
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