Ambrosia allowed herself a moment to simply breath in the ease that they might have had in another reality. They were physically quite compatible and they certainly suited each other socially; they had precisely the right amount of children to have done their duty without it putting too much of a strain on her figure and they were free to indulge themselves with whatever fashion, food or fancy took their attention.

All would have been perfect but for the fact Trystan had made a fool of her even before they were married and was utterly incapable of keeping his cock to himself.

“Perhaps I ought to remind you?” She replied in the same innocent, teasing tone. She was in a good mood, she decided, despite the terrible band and she was going to allow herself to ignore her husband’s shortcomings.

(The shrieking tones of the violins, she reasoned, could be explained away as an affectation of Halloween and she intended to think no more about them.)

“Shall we retire upstairs?” She suggested quietly in her husband’s ear. “I have a little time before I need to put another dress on.”

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Ambrosia's got 99 problems but this hot af set from MJ ain't 1 of them