[color=a0410d]Gunnar[/color] & [color=9e0b0f]Duvalt[/color]

Duvalt smiles. "Of course my dear. I fear your gracious mother might not like it if there were no decorations!" He chuckles. "You know how terrible I am with those things..."

Gunnar groans. "Yeah... You have no eye for the task, my liege..." He thinks back to a very beginning of the tradition when Duvalt had barely had anything in the grand ballroom.. The queen was quite upset with him those years....

Duvalt shoves at him. "Hush, you. At least I have a wife! How long has it been since you've fancied a woman, hmm??"