Rian listened as he ate, his movements methodical and practiced. Though the motions slowed a little as Myra described those feelings associated with being outside, engulfed in nature, on horseback or even on foot. Amber eyes shifted to the side, noting the small hint of a smile that even upturned Myra's mouth as she spoke. Although the Lord said little more on the matter, silently he made note of that small ray of pleasure upon his new wife's face.<br/><br/>The commoner-turned-noble had reached out for a<i>grape. </i>Just that, of all the food laid out before them. Admittedly, he'd attended enough banquets to know that regal woman often were particular in their choices of food, eating like flighty birds. His late mother had told him it was often from a lady's desire to remain petite and slender. Myra seemed to handle the small orb of fruit like a delicate marble, before getting it to her mouth to be eaten. Much to Rian's relief, she reached for more - a roll, in fact. Perhaps with a little prodding he'd get some meat into her, to be sure the poor thing didn't keel over from lack of proper nourishment.<br/><br/>"Possibly," Rian answered. "I never said it was intentional. If anything, accidental trouble wouldn't have surprised me," Rian mused, rolling with Myra's bit of teasing. She was new to the keep and it would make sense she might stumble into places she was not exactly welcome to venture. Whatever had gone on in his absence, he was sure he would hear about anything detrimental from Esbin later. With his wine glass back to his lips, Rian absorbed the little tidbits his wife did elaborate on. Myra was able to read, at least some, if she had been reading. That proved to be a pleasant surprise as Rian knew not all commoners within his domain were blessed with the opportunity to learn how. Of course, it left him wondering just what books had captured the young woman's attention. He supposed he'd have to ask her, later. When not reading, she'd been getting familiar with her new home. Dalma had seen to helping her settle in. Rian gave a silent nod as he set his wine glass back down on the table.<br/><br/>"Your needs are, of course, very important. But let me remind you, dear Myra, I said<i>desires</i>." Rian reached for a bunch of the grapes himself, and began popping the plump spheres of fruit from their stems before bringing each one to his lips. "I can appreciate someone who is used to living modestly," he added between bites, chewing slowly and thoughtfully. "But you need also consider your new station. Be as modest as you wish, but considering who you have become, you must pardon the fact I would much rather spoil you when opportunities arise," Rian shared, honestly. He peered at Myra from the corner of his eye, looking oddly stern as he spoke. "Perhaps it feels premature to ask for much of anything, but whenever you do find something that you want more than anything, however frivolous or ridiculous you think it might be, ask for it. Ask for it, and you will have it."<br/><br/>Was encouraging his new wife to want for more than her needs to be met a foolish thing? Possibly, if he were to ask the more shrewd members of his council. Rian was far from worried, however. Myra came from the world of the commoner. And even with barely knowing her, he saw no sign of selfishness or maliciousness in her eyes, before and even after their wedding.<br/><br/>"... Would you care to take a stroll once we are finished?" Rian asked, as he shifted their focus. He popped the last grape into his mouth, chewed, then swallowed. "Which reminds me, have you even been able to witness the gardens out back?"