Whereas Rian immediately moved to start working on the food before him, Ezekiel was a little slower to move, his hands folded in his lap. A move he knew his sister would have done, but also because his own stomach was in knots. In the days since the ceremony, he had wondered how the return would be. It wasn't as though there wasn't someone who would notice his movements, much less chances to escape from the keep in any sort of ease to get away without the Lord ever finding out the reality of the situation. Though against his will when the other was describing the idea of being on horse back verses a carriage ride, his lips were twitching in a slight grin, since it was his exact feelings on preferring horseback over any other mode of transportation,"The freedom to see everything around, to feel the warmth of the sun. And a sometimes better opportunity to dismount and walk if the pace isn't too fast, to stretch any sore muscles and be able to really take in the scenery." If there wasn't somewhere important to be, he'd had such rides, spending times both on the saddle and on foot, seeing the world around him, the wonders others might miss in their rush. And it brought the slight ache of the loss of his mare, a spirited girl who his sister had taken with her, in lieu of Ezekiel hunting with his friend. Many women didn't ride as much, so it would have been odd for 'Myra' to bring a horse to the keep with him.<br/><br/>Finally he leaned forward, selecting a grape for the moment, plucking it and settling back to bite into it. And trying to recall all the things he had observed from his sister, and from reactions from servants for a proper lady. The delicate movements and light hands as he moved. But he didn't try to delve further into the trip now, wary about pushing buttons that the Lord clearly did not want to discuss. Though his avoidance in discussing with Esbin about the trip in a public setting had not been much of a surprise, as the little he knew painted the Lord as the type for privacy rather than discussing something in a public setting. And certainly not something he would share with his new 'wife', especially with how little they really knew each other. He had not liked Esbin from the first moment he had met the man, and the other seemed to watch him with an almost irritated air, as though angry that there was someone else to take up the Lord's attention. Well unlike what Esbin seemed to think, Zek wanted to stay as ignored for as long as possible, sink back into the shadows if he had to, or escape.<br/><br/>He flicked a glance at the Lord when the question came for more details on what his 'wife' had been up to, in the process of leaning out to snag a roll, trying to at least eat a little while he tried to navigate this discussion with the Lord before he tried anything else. Though an eyebrow arched slightly,"You make it sound as though I were up to no good my Lord." He couldn't help the slight tease as he settled back with the prize, tearing a piece off the roll and carefully chewing on it and swallowing before he said anything else,"A little reading, and wandering the allowable spaces of the Keep, to try to figure out where everything is and hopefully not get lost in the process. Dalma has been a wonderful help in such matters." The lady-in-waiting had never questioned any of Zek's odd requests, and was very helpful in giving pointers and directions to various parts of the Keep whenever there was free time, when Zek himself didn't try to explore the halls and navigate himself.<br/><br/>Though unlike what the Lord thought, his 'wife' would have loved to be outside. He thoroughly enjoyed riding and archery, but had avoided such activities since it was not very lady-like and had seemed more like a red flag that he did. Plus he would not have wanted to ride as a woman in skirts, and any other outfit would have been liable to show the secret, so he had been trapped within the walls instead. He'd fallen silent, working on the roll in little pieces, gaze focused on the task rather than the man beside him, though very aware of Lord Rian. And other than a sideways glance, his chin merely dipped in a short nod,"Certainly my Lord. Though I need little." It made some sense, from the stand point that Myra had been a commoner before this, and would not have come from much money or much in the way of wants. Already the number of dresses he had, had been a surprise.