Freya curled into his arms happily, resting her head against his chest as they lay in bed. "Do you think anyone will ever find out who you really are?" She asked after a moment, shifting closer as she tilted her head up to look at him. "I mean, you'll be King one day.... Someone might figure it out."
Rowan smiled softly and kissed her, "Okay, we can lay in a little longer," he said lightly. He held her close, "but this isn't like at the castle, we'll have to provide for ourselves," he said.
"I know. But at the castle we always have meetings or people to talk to or silly things to waste our time. It's nice to just get to lay her alone and not worry about it." She closed her eyes with a tired sigh, resting her head against his chest contently.
Freya hummed tiredly as she snuggled close. "When Maxwell is growing up, we should come up here more often.. So he's not only surrounded by the castle and everyone trying to get something from him just because the King is his father."
Rowan nodded softly, "That sounds perfect, plus it'll give him a chance to learn some real survival skills,' he said softly. He snuggled up with her, relaxing until the early afternoon.
"He's Rowan Nightfell's son, he's expected to learn some real skills." She murmured teasingly as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. She dozed with him for a little while before she heard Maxwell crying, pulling away from him with a tired sigh before going to get the baby, although she was smiling when she returned with him, sitting on the edge of the bed while he fed.
Rowan smiled as she came back with Maxwell. "So, now that we're up," he began as he sat up. He put his arm around her, "He seems hungry, but I don't blame him," he teased.
Freya blushed, nudging him gently. "He's a baby, Rowan, of course he's hungry. He had to grow big and strong like his papa." She smiled down at their son as he finished eating, the baby gurgling happily as she wiped the milk from his mouth before cradling him close so he could look at both his parents, reaching a little hand out to grab at Rowan when Freya brought him closer.
Rowan smiled softly, "I know, but your breasts always look so beautiful, and sexy," he teased. He kissed her neck, before reaching out to give his son his finger to grab. "Who's going to be a big strong man?" he asked softly.
Maxwell gurgled in response to his father, tugging on his finger as he squealed happily. Freya smiled, blushing at Rowan's comment. "You'd say that about any woman."
Freya blushed. "But how many women were there before me? Now I might be the only one, but surely I wasn't the first." She murmured, bouncing Maxwell gently in her arms as he played with Rowan, the baby giggling and squealing happily.