Edelgard opens to door to your chamber dressed in loose fitting silks, a fur blanket draped over her bare shoulders and a book held gently between her fingers, her grip so light that it was a wonder the book didn't fall to the floor.

She whispers something to the guards stationed outside your door before closing it behind her. But you know that those guards are not to keep others out. They're to keep you in.

Edelgard barely gives you a welcome smile before lying chest first onto your bed, her bare legs sticking from beneath her dress. She pulls her dress up, and her panties down, just low enough so as to not impede tonight's events. She opens her book without giving you another glance and drifts into its pages.

Whenever you're ready, my husband.