Shadowwyn Moor trinaest

The title of husband had not yet lost its novelty and caused him to gleam like a toddler presented with a toy whenever it was mentioned. He’d never been couth, nor was he very aware of just how childish he could be at times. Obliviousness was bliss. 

He tilted his head when he was given another title. Is that a rank? He asked, privately glad that this new title was, at least, easy to pronounce.