Lucille suppressed the urge to sigh. It wasn't that she<em>disliked</em>her husband - Well, maybe 'dislike' was too strong a word. It was hard, after all, to dislike Adrian. But...Anyone with an iota of sense would've seen that it was a mismatch. After all, Lucille had been happiest as a Knight-Errant, with the wind in her hair, free to roam and wander and loot as she pleased...Being engaged - and later married! - to someone quite the opposite struck her as an amazingly bad idea.<br/><br/>It wasn't that she'd a choice, though - Her family had insisted. Her father, too, in rather more strongly-worded language. Wasn't that why they'd come out here in the first place...?<br/><br/>She leaned into his hand, a feeling of momentary sympathy coursing through her...He<em>was</em>trying to make it work out, after all. (Much in the same way she was, too.) It was just...Well, he didn't<em>understand</em>her. Not that she blamed him for that - She wasn't sure her own<em>family</em>did, but *still*-!<br/><br/>The lovely lady knight was aware enough to know when her husband wanted to be alone. That was, after all, most of the time...Even the time they spent together! When his gaze drifted to the chest, she resisted the urge to sigh...<em>Again</em>. Leather creaked, as Lucille eased herself from the seat - Drawing herself to her full height. She arched her back,<em>s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g</em>, catlike, with an easy feline grace that would've driven most men to distraction!<br/><br/>"That sounds wonderful, husband," she said - a flash of mischief. She leaned forward, to brush a polite kiss against Adrian's cheek...Slim fingers brushing aside stray strands of honey-blonde hair. "I need to stretch my legs...I'll speak to Nold as soon as I can." Lucille's voice turned softer, playfully chiding. "Don't stay up *too* late, husband," she said, though she knew he would!<br/><br/>"-I'll be around."<br/><br/>She had the run of the Keep, after all...And this was the perfect chance for her to explore, on her way to see Nold!