Nathalie is just a tease

Despite the disconfort in his pants, it didnt take long for Thomas to realize the indecent suggestion was just a fortunate coincidence, and that the young maiden with innocent eyes was just, in fact, merely taking his offer at face value.

"is there something wrong?" you hope you havent been drolling. "No, not at all. Of course, if you wont mind missing the party?"

"My reputation has already been bermitched enough, by allowing myself to be left alone in the company of a known womanizer... I may as well enjoy his company" She answers demurelly, and this time you know her for a tease. "Fame without action is like a scabbard without a sword" Her light laugh confirms your suspicion, "Sir Scott says that, every now and then" she takes your arm as you walk away "sounds like a noble man, but I think I fancy Sir Greensbro better right now".

"Where should your guard be? This is the shortest path to the palace walls, wouldnt it make sense to have someone here?" You frown. Yes, it would, and yes you did. Two of them, in fact. "It appears you are adept at singling out my flaws, dear Nathalie. You are right, this place should be double guarded, and neither man is here." You look around "It isnt unknown for some nobleman, or noblewoman, to require their services, but usually they are better at waiting the other´s return before scurrying off." Nathalie looked shocked, and you shrug smugly "these are simple men, and I cant protect them from the ire of spurred nobility."

You find one of your man shortly after, and orders him to gather the others, and return to their posts. He promptly comply, and for the moment you wonder if the sense of oddness would just end up being paranoia.

You are guiding Nathalie again, taking her by the arm, when you see her. Lady Jemma Greensbro, your beloved wife. Her dress and her hair are both disheveled, her make up smeared, it was obvious what she has been doing, but still your heart quickens when you see your flame haired wife.