The small woman gave the figure in the bath another look. He was so like and so very unlike the man she belonged to. She was no prize, no piece of chattle, but she did belong to the Viking king, her Viking king anyway. Her head tilted in thought, and then with a soft laugh, she left the room.
While her gift wasn't exactly a glamour, she could be quite convincing. The snack would stay right where she was supposed to, waiting for the man in the bath. She was to the Viking king's liking, the crone was rather sure of that. The book left in a conspicuous place in the other king's quarters, though she doubted it would take him long to find it had she put it out of the way.
With that she cleaned up, the room had been rather warm, and got changed. She needed to see her husband and give him a kiss; the noble creature in the bath only reminded her of how much the damned Viking king called to her less savage/dark side, if such things were possible.