And Duchess Lucille took the attention...<em>Well.</em><br/><br/>She was all smiles, but not in the casual way that nobles smile and wave to the proles, barely noticing them. No, the Duchess - instead - had a way of letting her gaze wander, that made every man feel like she was looking *directly* at him...With a smile that was every bit as much a secret-!<br/><br/>"A pleasure," Lucille would murmur, her gaze demurely downcast - Even as she pretended not to notice the looks she was getting, though she couldn't help but bask in the attention. After all, back<em>home</em>, she'd never have the freedom to do that...One of Adrian's rather more astute relatives would likely have made biting comments, and she'd have to suffer the narrow gaze of one of his sisters later. This place? It may have been more 'rustic', to use one of the dismissive terms her in-laws preferred...But there was a freedom that was deeply refreshing.<br/><br/>The lovely lady knight had to admit, however - the place was certainly solid enough. And it had an odd charm of it's own, too...In a way, it reminded her of the chapterhouses she'd spent a large part of her life - yet with all the comforts of home. Yes, this place would do very nicely, indeed.<br/><br/>Her smile would linger, as she shook Nold's hand - It would have been more in custom for her to hold it out for him to kiss, but that had never been her way. In short order, the lovely blonde was assured - both by her husband, and the staff - that the Keep's very best room had been prepared for them...Something she'd been looking forward to, after so long on the road!<br/><br/>Well...Perhaps she *did* enjoy some creature comforts, after all.<br/><br/>"Quite the place," Lucille would marvel, turning a slow circle to take in the chamber...Her honey-blonde hair caressing her slim shoulders, the candelabrum overhead shedding a warm illumination. She let her gaze trail across the divans, the couch, the bed placed in the corner...As she eased herself onto the nearest seat, her lissome legs crossing with a smooth scrape. A soft chuckle purred from her lips, as she turned her gaze to her husband, her hands demurely folded on her lap.<br/><br/>"This truly was a wonderful idea, husband - I haven't had this much fun in ages. Besides...Your people do love you. Did you see how they all turned out to greet their new lord?"<em>And ogle his wife,</em>she didn't say, plucking herself a grape from the nearby basket of fruit. A soft, sensuous sigh purred from her lips - "It was...a stirring sight."<br/><br/>She canted her head to the side, to regard him.<br/><br/>"And how do you feel?" she asked, her voice softer, more intimate, now. "It's been a long journey...And quite a day."<br/><br/>Well, she might have been overstating it a little - But then, her husband wasn't a warrior like she was. His attentions - and his passions, as she knew all too well - favored more...cerebral pursuits.