If the man had had wine himself, then surely it would have been sprayed out of his cheeks.   He had welcomed her entrance that late night; the candle was old and flickering, and the young King was very close to retiring to his bed, so Anesa’s timing was quite on the spot. And her intimacy was of course well reciprocated. Tired arms wanted nothing more than her warm embrace, even while he smelled the familiar aroma of wine around her.   Oh, but those words. For a moment, the man was simply sputtering, not a word leaving his tongue. Of course, it was expected for them to have children, and in all truth he wanted some more than anything.   But to hear such a thing come out of his dear sweet Anesa’s mouth so bluntly…

  ”L-love, are you quite—quite alright?” he stammered, his face steadily growing bright red, “How much did you drink tonight?”

          Her arms immediately went around her husband's neck, even she could smell the aroma of red wine that remained ever so prevalent on her breath. The young queen buried her face closer to her neck, her wonderful little frame wriggling closer to her husband on his lap. Her grip went tighter as she felt his strong protective, familiar grip. wrapped around her. Oh how she loved him so. And what was what her fuzzy intoxicated mind focused on          How much she had drank? That was a fun little questions. giggling sweetly into her shoulder she moved her head to place a few bubbly kisses along his cheek and she laughed. "Hmm... One two~ Three or more... I can't say I remember darling. I'm so very warm though." and so she wiggled against him again.