Once her parents left after dinner, Alaric watched Aveline making herself comfortable on the couch, wrapping herself in the warm throw, ready to hibernate.
"Now, I'm tired." Her silent protest against getting up from there.
Shaking his head, he went upstairs to his study and returned shortly.
Aveline looked up from her place and smiled, seeing his hand holding a laptop and a small electronic device, which appeared to be a fingerprint scanner.
She never acted spoiled in the two years of her marriage with Damien before she regressed. With Alaric, he never said it out loud, instead, he quietly spoiled her.
She slid aside, giving him the corner of the couch so that he could lean back and extend his long legs to get a bit of rest
The corner of his mouth curved upward. He didn't refuse her gesture and sat down beside her. "I take it you won the event?" he mused.
She just smiled, eyes closing for a moment of peace while his fingers rhythmically tapped the keyboard.
