Her eyes seemed to spark when he mentioned the glassmaker and a smirk appeared on her face. Despite everything they’d been doing since she arrived every time he whispered such promises to her, her body trembled in want. Odd considering the previous relationship she’d been in did not illicit such a response.  There was just something about the warlord that simply meshed well with her, perhaps due to his wild magic? After all the type she did and the type he did were two sides of the same coin, one could not exist without the other.<br/><br/>“Hmm, I don’t think I’ve ever been considered a good girl,” She responded with a chuckle as she followed after him. The castle was far more active than it had been when she first arrived not so long ago. There were servants wandering about, guards at their posts and everyone she passed inclined their head respectfully to both of them, or so she liked to think. In reality, the bow was likely meant for their ruler, not his foreign consort despite the fact she bore his mark now.<br/><br/>Outside the palace was no less busy than the inside, all around them his people went about their business stopping to bow or say a respectful good morning to their king. Despite her flashy clothes she was ignored for the most part though she did not miss the widening of eyes when they saw the mark on her shoulder. Surely rumors had spread by this point but perhaps some had believed them?<br/><br/>The leatherworker wasn’t too far from the castle a solid looking construction of wood and stone with an elderly woman standing in the front.  There were wrinkles on her face and her hair was silver but she stood tall and proud like many of the other women in this village. When they approached she bowed lowly. “Good morning Warlord and Consort,” She said in a surprisingly clear voice. “I was hoping you would come to see us this day.  After the measurements are taken would you like to discuss a color design as well?”