No one could accuse the prince of being a layabout.  Since the wedding he had constantly been working, and now the lack of sleep was starting to show in his face, weary lines under his eyes and a generally less healthy looking complexion than when he had first returned to the capital city.  But he had his limits and, putting away his quill and papers as his wife came, decided he had long passed them.<br/><br/>"A massage? My, but that does sound nice."   As she nestled into his hair--rather fine smelling hair, the palace attendants certainly kept the busy prince well washed--he felt her rather ridiculous bust bearing over his shoulders, and smirked, his own cheeks flushing just a bit as he let himself lean back into her.  "This is as good of a place to quit for today as any.  I'm yours, Lady Leandshie."  Smiling gently, he regarded his new wife through a reflection on a grand mirror on the far wall.  She wasn't the brightest of his brides and her talents were mostly domestic, but from what he could tell she was already one of the most popular in the palace.  She got along with everyone... and unlike quite a few, there was no danger or mischief in her.  He would have been well pleased with her even if she didn't have a body that made jaws drag along the floor.<br/><br/>Fortunately for him, he thought to himself, she absolutely does have such a body.  He noticed a stray curl of her dark hair hanging over his shoulders and twirled it around his fingers.