[She doesn't jump when his hand extends, but she does shift - shoulders squaring up, stepping one foot backwards. Then she realizes that he's reaching for the altar, not her. Had he actually understood her complaint? In a way, that's almost a relief. At least they can actually communicate, one way or another.
... At least until she sees the altar begin to shift. It hurts to look directly at, to try and comprehend the ways it changes, and so she looks away until the noise (the noise might be her imagination, because in reality most actions have some kind of noise associated with them) stops. When she glances back, it's actually a bed. Large enough for a couple, she realizes, and soft. Not as luxurious as her bed back home, but she was an Empress, until religion and political uprisings and surrender had all made her into his bride.
She reaches out to touch the edge of it. When she realizes it's springy, she, slowly, brushes out her hair, lifts one leg and sets herself onto it.]
... Hmhm. Thank you. It's good to listen to your wife. [She reaches a hand out, pats the pillow.]
I'll be blunt. Do you intend to lay with me? [She chews on her cheek, then, slowly - ] We are married. You don't need... ['Do not spurn him.' You don't need to hesitate when it comes to touching me.
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... At least until she sees the altar begin to shift. It hurts to look directly at, to try and comprehend the ways it changes, and so she looks away until the noise (the noise might be her imagination, because in reality most actions have some kind of noise associated with them) stops. When she glances back, it's actually a bed. Large enough for a couple, she realizes, and soft. Not as luxurious as her bed back home, but she was an Empress, until religion and political uprisings and surrender had all made her into his bride.
She reaches out to touch the edge of it. When she realizes it's springy, she, slowly, brushes out her hair, lifts one leg and sets herself onto it.]
... Hmhm. Thank you. It's good to listen to your wife. [She reaches a hand out, pats the pillow.]
I'll be blunt. Do you intend to lay with me? [She chews on her cheek, then, slowly - ] We are married. You don't need... ['Do not spurn him.' You don't need to hesitate when it comes to touching me.