Leaning into the chair she looked out over towards the garden. The plants were unusually blooming this time of year. Perhaps a member on his staff was gifted with manipulating plants. Being outside like this was rather comforting for the lupine. Being inside his extravagant mansion, because this was indeed no ordinary house, made her feel nervous almost as if she were walking inside another's pack territory. Even though the West side of town was a bit seedy and contained a population of unsavory people, the lupine felt comfortable there. It was home. However, being outside in nature was even better, like now. Blue-grey eyes shifted from the garden towards the table noticing there were no items made of silver. As she was about to reach out for that tea pot, Emma had beaten her to it, already pouring the tea in her own saucer. With a soft, polite 'thank you' she looked away from the older woman and back towards the garden. The lupine knew Dorian was nearing the moment she caught his scent coming in stronger. Standing up from her chair she easily opened up her arms to greet him with a warm embrace. The gentle peck on the cheek still seemed odd to her, but she didn't say anything of it. Sitting herself down again she threw him an easy, kind smile.

"It's very good to see you too, Dorian. Our honeymoon was wonderful, it was never a dull moment. We went all over in Africa. We really enjoyed ourselves. It was nice for the two of us to just be alone together, selfish I know, but I enjoyed it. Is that how it was with your mate when you went on your honeymoon?"

Africa seemed like the ideal place for the two of them to spend some time alone together. Her spotted companion wasn't one that was suited for the concrete jungle. Wherever they went within the city the majority of the public stared at them. Most people treated him poorly, because they simply didn't understand him...and they didn't even give it a good honest try. Traveling to tourist cities didn't seem like a good idea for the two of them. Going to an island or a beach didn't seem ideal for them either, especially with his fear of the water. Africa seemed like the best place to go. They would be far away from any major metropolis. They could appease their other wilder selves by going on a grand adventure in a topography vastly different than what they were familiar with. Raven felt content being alone with him those weeks, their bond between them only strengthening. It was Dorians' question that made her puzzled for a moment, so much so that she set her tea back down. Innocently she answered his question with a question of her own.

"As for married life, it feels the same. Was I supposed to feel something different? We were considered mates before we were married. He marked me as his own, so everyone in our world knew."

Dorian was a Fae so of course he wouldn't be aware of how the Were-world worked. With their kind things seemed a little bit complicated from the outside looking in. Years before he proposed to her he asked if she wanted to be his mate. Agreeing to his proposal he left his mark on her neck, the only mark she had ever permitted, the only one made not out of hate and anger, but love. To any creature that wasn't a Were that particular mark on her neck seemed like any other mark that was carved in her pale flesh. As the Fae King gestured towards the food laid out for them, she took one slowly and placed it on her plate. In her world the Alpha was meant to eat first. Dorian wasn't her Alpha, but he was a King and so she wouldn't eat into her food until he took a bite first. His comment about her clothes made a small simper appear, appreciating that he recognized her attempt to dress herself in better clothes.

"Thank You, I thought I ought to make myself decent incase those annoying cameramen were about. You really ought to let Tobias and I scare them. They wouldn't know a wolf and a leopard were associated with you, they could easily assume we escaped from the zoo."

Her appearance was never something she cared very much about. How could she? Not when she had all those scars. Not one hardly ever gave her a second look unless they were trying to stare longer without her noticing. Dressing herself in looser, baggier clothing made her feel comfortable and helped her feel like she was hidden. Her mate had mentioned a few times when she dressed in better clothing that he liked the way she looked. Slowly she was adopting new clothes every other day. Wearing clothes he liked or those she felt confident in. Dorian always wore appropriate attire, even in his own home. She had never seen the man look...well, not put together. He was a King after all. He had to dress the part, always. Whether he wore the crown atop of his head or not. He could be out in public or in the safety from prying eyes within his own home. He always looked the part. The last time she came to his home she was pestered by the paparazzi and she had followed those instructions his assistant gave her in dressing herself. Although his popularity has been dying down she knew he was being constantly watched. The idea of scaring them away seemed humorous in a way. As he led the conversation towards himself and her mate she nodded and took a sip of her tea, still not taking a bite of food.

"I'm happy to be here with you too. I'm doing my best to spend time with everyone after our honeymoon. I'm not surprised that you and Sebastian are busy, you both run a country. As for Tobi he is doing very well. He is spending some long overdue quality time with Tetra, he missed his brother Is Sebastian doing all right?"

Raven Cain.