Rider can plainly see and understand that the people of this time have issues dealing with the sight of the naked form. But that doesn't mean that he necessarily agrees with it. To his mind, everyone is naked, clothes are simply a mask, hiding them from the world.
He's never been one to hide.
When she whispers how she agrees, Rider grins. Oh, but she's not about to get off that easily. He puts a hand to his ear and leans in closer. "What was that? How can you expect me to hear you and heed your commands if you mumble, Saft?"
Rider stands straight and crosses his arms before his massive chest. No, he's not about to hide his body or any appendages from her view. This is indeed a bragging point for him.
"When in Rome, indeed. I'll see you shortly then." Off he goes, to the bathroom and he begins to draw a bath - for which she should feel honored, because a King never draws a bath...
Not for just anyone. Not for anyone other than his Queen...
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He's never been one to hide.
When she whispers how she agrees, Rider grins. Oh, but she's not about to get off that easily. He puts a hand to his ear and leans in closer. "What was that? How can you expect me to hear you and heed your commands if you mumble, Saft?"
Rider stands straight and crosses his arms before his massive chest. No, he's not about to hide his body or any appendages from her view. This is indeed a bragging point for him.
"When in Rome, indeed. I'll see you shortly then." Off he goes, to the bathroom and he begins to draw a bath - for which she should feel honored, because a King never draws a bath...
Not for just anyone. Not for anyone other than his Queen...