The Viking king didn't need to say anything. The crone could feel the truth of the matter; she watched him carefully, almost detached. This sort of conversation was so very strange, which was saying something for all that they'd been through. Her free hand lifted to comb fingers through his hair, a light raking of nails.
"Yes. You will see to his and he to yours. Funny, that I might am the only one to be concerned with what comes next. The Progeny do not need worry about it. It is the little wife." She smiled, teasing him just a little.
"Pure vanity, my poor king." She leaned in to press a soft kiss near his lips, another on his lips. "I will be safe; I will always be safe. He may have the castle; I'm not here for the castle. Cabin might be, but not me." She laughed softly; her cabin did like being near the castle. She gave the Viking king another kiss.
"He may never settle. You have not fully lost that growl of your past." She slid over to sit better on his lap, switching sides to rest her head on his shoulder. "He may not want me, my liege, and I won't be some ghost walking around this place. You know this, yes? I won't be whored for my blood either." She didn't believe that he thought this would happen. Or that anyone would ask for it.
"I would rather have my husband, but I wouldn't mind enjoying your vanity." She bit lightly into his jaw. "I am curious to see just how harsh he is."