Kenna and Bash were dancing at Francis's coronation ball. Both halves of the couple were dressed extremely well, and attracted almost as much attention as the new King and Queen of France. However, Bash noticed that his wife seemed to be distracted. She was staring over his shoulder somewhere in the distance, wasn't listening to a word he said, and had no idea what was going on around her. Bash knew exactly what to do; he planted his lips on top of hers. She immediately snapped out of her trance and responded, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself closer. He smiled and pulled away.
"What was that for?" Kenna asked, smiling.
"You weren't paying attention to anything. Is something wrong?"
"No, I was just…thinking."
"About what, love?"
"Something I heard earlier today."
"Care to tell me what it is?"
Well, I heard two duchesses talking about you."
"Me?"
"Yes. Apparently, you have quite the reputation with women."
"You knew this, darling."
"They claimed that you weren't a virgin before we got married."
Bash laughed. "That's what you're jealous about? Some rumor that I bedded other women before you?"
"I'm not jealous."
"I think you are, love." he smirked.
"No, I'm not."
"They aren't true."
"They aren't?"
"There was no one before you."
"Not even Mary?"
"I thought we were past all this, Kenna. No, I did not bed Mary. She wanted to, but I didn't."
"Now you're trying to make me jealous."
"Is it working?"
"No."
"Liar."
"Takes one to know one."
He smiled and kissed her again. "You are quite sexy when you're jealous."
"Are you ready to go back to our chamber and put this sexiness to use?" she smiled and trailed a finger lightly down his chest.
He groaned. "You have no idea."
She smiled, grabbed his hand, and pulled her husband out of the ballroom. The pair was not seen until lunch the next day.