A soft chuckle left his mouth. "So, that's what you're here for, so late." The Countess, Lady Vaelamir let a sigh escape from her dry lips, "She's been very eager. You may not know, but many noblemen are finding intelligent women… quite useful these days." She rubbed her hands into the stiff knots in her husband's back, in a coaxing voice she continued, "Even some of the imperial family's children are educated fairly. If they can be raised to rule, my love… imagine what our Elira could become." The Count's head rested on the chair, part of his body pressed into the fine leather, said to ease the muscles. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt. Still, keep the pay lower and-" Lady Vaelamir interrupted, with a soft almost wispy voice, as she lowered her hands from his shoulders. "You won't notice a thing. Leave it to me dear." Smoothing her lips she leans down and places a kiss on the man's slightly aged forehead. "I will see you in bed."
