xathenadora:

{ The glass is emptied quickly and set carefully on a nearby counter }

      As do I. We should do something, it seems as though we never leave this tower. 

[ There’s a sudden hint of mischief in her eyes as a grin forms from over the rim of her goblet, before she too sets it aside. ]

    Perhaps we should make a fuss. Surely, our husbands would hate to think us unhappy.