"What are you looking at?" Ophelia, who was hoping that he would kiss her hard after pouncing on her and taking her to bed, was not sure if Tavern was even there or spaced out as he kept staring at her with a strange look.
"I just could not believe that we are married." he admitted as he finally signed and kissed her hands, "what are you even thinking? If you are going to rule an empire, should you not be marrying a man with power like a duke, a strong diplomat or an adviser who could help you in running the empire.
I don't know anything about politics except I can kill those who would speak against you." he admitted with a deep sigh. He had never felt that incompetent in his life.
Cooking food, taking care of home and feeding her well, the small things he was proud about was.. Not even needed by her.