"So, I heard something interesting today," Bash said to his wife as she was brushing her hair.
"Is that so?" she smiled at him in the mirror.
"Yes," he smiled back, although is looked slightly smug.
"Are you going to tell me what it is?"
"Sure," the smug smile was still on his face. "I heard from the servants when you first arrived to Court, you thought I was Francis and that I was gorgeous."
Her face got red and she immediately looked down. "I said no such thing."
"So the servants were lying?"
"No, they must have misunderstood."
Bash came up behind Kenna and put his hands on her waist. "Admit it, Kenna," he whispered in her ear as his hands started to tickle her.
She stifled a giggle. "No."
"Then, I'm forced to go to extreme measures," he smiled, picked Kenna up, and threw her over his shoulder.
She laughed and started playfully hitting his back. "Bash! Let me down!"
"Fine, I'll put you down," he set her on the bed and climbed on top of her so he could proceed in tickling her.
Kenna laughed and rolled around on the bed, trying to escape her husband's grip and tickling.
"Admit it!" Bash was laughing too and continued to torture his wife with tickles.
"Never!"
"Then I'll never stop!"
"Fine by me!"
Bash smiled and tickled his wife in her most ticklish spots, until she was in a ball against him and screaming with laughter.
"Fine, fine! I'll say it." She was breathless and breathtaking, her freshly brushed hair once again a mess and smiling a smile that he would never get tired of looking at.
He stopped tickling her but continued to lay on top of her, and started to play with her hair. "I'm waiting."
"When I first came to Court, I thought you were Francis and that you were gorgeous."
"Do you still think I'm gorgeous?"
"No."
Bash started to pout, but Kenna smiled and kissed him. "I know you're gorgeous."
Bash smiled and kissed her back. "I have the most gorgeous wife in all of France. I'm a lucky bastard."