Having shown her husband a new way for them to work together, it seemed that he too had a few things to show her. While she had considered that in the past he had possibly in his innocence had sex, she preferred to think that perhaps he also could just have used his imagination. In her culture it was not very good to be with someone who had had sex outside of marriage, not unless they were a concubine, someone who desired sex merely for the lack of prodginy to help take care of them. To them it was a service, and the man who provided the heir would have to take care of the concubine much like a wife, but lower in importance. To just have sex with someone in a brothel was considered wrong.

Even to Elann, having sex with a concubine was wrong. She intended her marriage to be pure, and as long as Noah maintained that she was indeed the only one he would ever love, she would remain in the belief it was pure, despite his past experiences; if it wasn't, Yahal would not have voiced his support of it.

Elann was alone. The bed beside her was empty and cold, but the buzz of their bond could be felt among each other. Sending loving thoughts of their passionate night through the bond, she reminisced of how she felt and shared openly her early morning stretches as if to say the good morning she wanted to to him from afar. Slowly she rose from bed and a great pain was in her hips. Muttering to herself in comment on the pain, the good feelings were slightly replaced with resisting the pain within her. After a few steps, she paused at the edge of the bed and sat by the trunk. Opening it, she found her brush and then moved toward the mirror. 

After a quick brush and wash of her face from the small basin, she finally looked a bit more alert. Elann pulled a blue [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a4/a4/c6/a4a4c6ea71cae5a42303616a504e6746.jpg]dress[/url] out of the chest and a leather belt - something nice for the day to travel around town but not so nice as to be uncomfortable- and donned them. The dress was smoothed out over her body, tied, and some last minute fixes were brushed out of her naturally curled hair. Looking herself over, the outfit seemed to bring out more of a blue hue from her bluish-green eyes.

With that, she was out the door barefoot and heading down the stairs at a fairly slow pace. As she came into sight of Viktor, she gave him a wave and moved to linger in front of the fireplace for a moment while she could speak to him softly.

"Good morning. Sleep well?"

It wasn't beyond her notice that all of the Amuels were attractive, especially shirtless as his father was, but there was very little attraction toward him because of his status and her natural fear of him as a stranger.