"When I said I would have liked to meet your mother, I did not mean that I wanted you to kidnap another girl and drag her down here!" Kiri shouted. For good measure she threw a knick knack at him. After several months in the kingdom, she no longer saw him as a tree; she viewed him only as a goblin.
Marak brushed aside the assault, his defense magic didn't even activate- a decorative throw pillow could not hurt him. "Kiri you refuse to adjust to kingdom life. I could not think of anything else to do." He said calmly. He valued his wife's spirit, but he wished she would accept the inevitable.
"Put her back." Kiri demanded. She was so upset that retreating inside herself was no longer an option. She needed to confront him. "Whoever the girl is, she had a life up there." Kiri gestured towards the ceiling violently. "She had the moon and stars, she had fresh air, and she had people who loved her." Kiri was overcome with longing for the outside world which made her even angrier. How dare her husband destroy another girl's life.
"I can't just put her back. She's married to Karesh now, and we need to strengthen the high families." He smiled weakly. "Having her here will be good for you."
"I refuse to see her." Said the hot-headed King's Wife, and at a loss of what else to do, she fell asleep.
In the morning, she had calmed down enough to be completely mortified by her actions. "Marak?" She whispered.
The goblin King rolled over and faced her. "Yes?" He asked, not at all surprised that his wife had mellowed. He had studied the issue, and many previous kings had commented that their elf wives were more temperamental on full moon nights.
"Were you being serious that you thought meeting the new elf would help me?"
"Goblins don't lie." Marak replied.
"Maybe I'll meet her." Kiri said, apologizing unconventionally. She jumped out of bed and began searching for clothes. Marak had long ago thrown away her dress saying it wasn't helping her adjust. After looking at her wardrobe she chose a green dress that compromised her elvish style and the high fashion required by the goblins. She wriggled impatiently as Marak laced her up. "Maybe I'll meet her right now!" And she darted out of the room.
Marak looked around their room for a pen. He wrote in a small book before following her "the first time Kiri was happy when she woke up in the morning full of plans she wanted to accomplish…" he dated the entry. Oblique apology aside, that morning had been close enough.