Zakary covers his mouth with a hand to make sure he won't laugh out loud.

"—what! It's not a bad idea!" he says, feeling very defensive of his wife.

"Oh, no, it's a great idea. So good in fact that I've been thinking of such scenarios myself."

"—when were you planning on telling me???"

"When I found an idea that was actually workable. Or that had a good enough chance of working."

"Well, maybe the two of you should get together and talk about it, then," he grumbles.

"You're right, maybe we should!"

"I said that in jest!" and oh no there goes his mind again. And it's very annoying how he's just incapable of stopping his own blushes when he's around Zakary.

Zak raises an eyebrow again, slowly. "Oh, you naughty man."

"Yes, well, what were you expecting?"

"You're so repressed, who knows when the idea would've occurred you. I definitely didn't expect it to be this soon; she's good for you."

"Well, it'll never happen so there's no point thinking about it."

"Will it not? I wonder."

"...Zakary," he says in a warning tone.

"I'm not going to do anything dangerous. And nothing that'll put the legitimacy of your children in question. And of course there's the light version of it which just involves me impaling you and whispering things about her, what we could both do to you together..."

"Zakary!" But now the blush is in full force.

"It would be so hot, can you just think?" He pulls Alis's head closer so he can whisper directly into Alis's ear: "You could be between us, me in you, you in her, both kissing you and toying with you, oh I'd tell her all about your little sensitive spots, the things that drive you crazy, you wouldn't even be able to think..."

He's breathing hard and straining his breeches by the end of that. "Zak, please, I still have to talk to a lot of people today..."

"But you have time for a break, don't you? I'm sure you do. A break sounds like exactly what you need right now, I feel. And won't it be nice, to be so thoroughly fucked by both of your lovers today?"

whimper

"Thought so."

At lunchtime he goes looking for his lady.

His lady is out of bed, but taking lunch in her rooms. She seems to be nibbling at it while doing something else, that something else being: embroidery! (If he's paying attention, he'll notice it's the same thing she'd been embroidering before, though it's still hard to figure out what it'll be.)

"Hello!" she says brightly, when he's ushered in. The servant that did the ushering (her name is Estrith) then makes herself scarce, saying something about how she'll fetch him a plate of his own before getting to the laundry, which definitely needs doing right now, mhm.

"Hello, my heart," says Alis, kneeling beside her and looking up at her like the morning sun. "How has your day been thus far?"

“Good! Restful. … do you like weirwoods?”