#glorivious

She had sent her daughter off to bed for the evening, all tucked into her new bed in the Scottish castle. Free time was a treasure to Caoimhe- most time not spent ruling was spent out of doors or with her young child. "Have you read this?" she asked the high queen from her seat near the fire, holding up the sheet of paper. "It's been running around the country and I can certainly see why." A laugh left her and she read out one of the bawdy lines. "Quite the poem, no wonder half the women and a third the men at court have all gone mad for it."

He sighed, settling into a chair next to his wife. "How was your day, dear?" Frederik turned his face to look at Halime, holding his hand out in offering to her across the arms of their chairs. The exhastion of his own day showed on his face- he missed home, he missed when days were simpler. Each day in Scotland felt like three at home, droning on hour upon hour.