(18) And let me get your head on the conjugal bed.

[problemagus]

( For as cheerful and sociable Irisviel typically was, he could tell when his wife was feeling out of place. And he could hardly blame her. He never was meant to act as a representative of the Einzbern family, amidst the upper echelons of magus society. He certainly did not care for their rules or rituals, their attitudes, or the politics that came with them. He never knew what to say, or how to act around them. So, he simply refrained. Gravitating towards the back of the room, making himself invisible among the crowd.

But oh, how he would step up for his wife. Clasping her hand into his own, once he noticed her trapped in a particularly uncomfortable conversation. Asking to excuse her when he found an opening. His tuxedo itched against him as he guided her towards a slightly less crowded area of the room, reaching out a hand to slide a piece of hair behind her ear. )

You looked like you needed some space.

( And thankfully, he thinks he knows where he could take her if she really wanted out. But ultimately, it was up to her if they should proceed. )