Trest chuckled and hoped he hid any of his nervousness.
"And if the guards are here, it would just make our nightly exercise begin earlier," he went on, adding a wink.
"Come on.. don't you trust me? I mean.. you did marry me," he reminded, taking her hand and idly playing with the ring and led her forward. "Don't worry. I'll protect you."
But the moment the pair were ushered inside, Trest stood gawking as a bustle if servants arrived at their beck and call- fussing and asking them about..
"Wait.. what? You have dinner prepared? At this hour!?"
"Yes, lamb and quail. I hope it's to your liking."