The crone stared out the window, her hands in her set on the sill. She leaned against the wall ever so slightly. She was pleased that Eric was pleased; she could feel him nearly bubbling over, and all she could do was smile at it all.
She'd opted for something a little more formal than normal. A tight fitting dress with a long skirt and a hint of a train was made of a dark green silken material with a hint of embroidery in a matching colored thread. The front dipped lower than it needed to, and magic might have been the only thing keeping it up. The ring was the only piece of jewelry she bothered with, and she was nice enough to wear a set of heels that might have needed more magic or amazing balance to walk in. She'd yet to show her Viking king the outfit, and she supposed he should see her before everyone else did.
Moving from one of her rooms, she started down the hallway, focusing on the blond giant of a vampire. She hummed a tune she knew wasn't of her own; little things like that had become more common since the handfasting, and she supposed it wast to be expected.