<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Mirevia.jpg)</div>Her husband’s temper was warranted, though Mirevia held herself a little more gracefully as they were shown their quarters for the evening. She was just glad to be rid of that troublesome Lady Fool. Any longer in her presence, and she might begin to share her husband’s sentiment about Theiri. But once free of the jingle of her bells and her incessant rhyming, the steam she felt boiling inside her cheeks cooled. She trusted her husband to inspect the room to satisfaction, and instead drank in the sight the room had to offer.<br/><br/>The Teak Room was clearing intended for visiting nobles or distinguished guests, she gathered as much. Whether it was the best remained to be seen, but for now, it was comfortable. It might not have been the familiar comfort of their bedroom in Aserit, but it would have to do.<br/><br/>At her husband’s outburst, she tsked her tongue, then swept her cloak off from around her shoulders, hanging it the silk garment near the entryway. “My love, surely traveling without conquest does not agree with your temper.”<br/><br/>Now clad in her gaudy, but selectively covering armor and fishnet weave, she gently touched him on the shoulders, drawing her body close to his.<br/><br/>“We are guests in their land, which means that should gracefully accept what they have to offer…at first. When one’s hospitality becomes an insult, howeer, then I give you leave to slay any foolish Theiri who would not offer us better.”<br/><br/>She leaned in close, pressing her lips against his neck. “Besides, they have offered us a bed, and our travels have been long. Surely, there is something better we can occupy ourselves with as the servants prepare for dinner?”<br/>