Isabella's quill danced across the parchment, leaving a trail of ink in its wake. She was so engrossed in her writing that she didn't notice or hear the door to the chamber creak open, nor see Leofric's tall armoured frame fill the entrance. Her entire focus was on the words flowing from her quill.
Leofric was amused by the sight of his new wife so focused on her writing. A small smile played on his lips as he watched her, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he observed her with interest. He didn't know what she was writing but he could tell that she was pouring her heart and soul into the it.
His eyes suddenly narrowed as a bulb went off in his head. His lips tilted upwards, forming a mischievous smile. Finally, when he couldn't resist any longer, he held his helmet slightly above his head before dropping it and allowing it to crash to the ground. The loud clang echoed through the room, making Isabella jump.
