Llewellyn might not describe it his husband as shallow. There was more depth there than he was sure the man realized at times, more to him than the ‘House Maresh,’ his preferences and his past. Llewellyn knew shallow people of stature and power, and Rhy hardly compared to them in the ways that mattered. Yes, red was the family colour, but it also suited his husband and there was something to be said for knowing what you liked.

Certainly, Llewellyn had his own habits and preferences as much as Rhy did.

He smiled though finding the portion of his savings he’d brought with him for the festivities and paid for the plant as he answered. “We will. As long as you want to, that is? I think it would be nice to share…” He turned, holding the small plant carefully once his money had been tucked away again.