Seated at Ivar's right, Pandora had the privilege still of filling his cup. It was a small thing, but a wifely duty she clung to in this moment. She had the sneaking suspicion that her time alone with her husband may be limited for a while.

She had had enough time to deliver baby Ragnar to Winnie alone. Perhaps it was merely the paranoia of new motherhood, but she gave strict instructions that her child was to be kept away from the new bride, and never, ever left alone. Perhaps they were just dreams she was having at night, but there was no reason to take a risk.

"Where does the new wife come from?" she asks lightly, over her own cup. Her head was tilted, expression one of warm curiosity.