<div class="floatright">(https://img00.deviantart.net/9350/i/2013/067/7/5/prince_ivan_wolf_by_mad_sama-d5xbtav.jpg)</div>Auren untied the rope that hung his cape over his shoulders, letting it hang loosely as he took a few steps, standing by a table near the mirror. "You're the first wife I ever had, I can hardly be considered a dutiful husband if I didn't make sure you were comfortable."  It was his first time hearing her speak, and to be honest he found it a bit reassuring, despite how her eyes suddenly shifted into a yellow color and catlike shape.<br/><br/>He smiled nostalgically.  "I already feel quite welcome.  In fact... this was my own room, as a child.  That's why it's the only one in this hall with a fireplace... I always liked to read late, or at least have someone read to me."<br/><br/>He realized his voice was trailing off and cleared his throat.  "At any rate, I hope it's to your liking."  And then, more quietly but still quite easy to make out.  "Especially the bed."