Arabella wanted to eat with Ferdinand while he was here.
"Alright, where would you like to eat? In the dining hall or where would you like it?" Ferdinand asked next.
"Will you dine with me?" Arabella inquired just for sure.
"Of course," Ferdinand smiled and held her hand.
"That's good then," Arabella beamed.
She thought about it and since would be dining with Ferdinand, it must be somewhere comfortable where they could converse openly without worrying about what others would say.
'Should we have it in my room?'
In her room she could also lessen the heavy layers of clothes she was wearing or change into more comfortable clothing.
"I'd prefer it in my room. Or perhaps in yours. I haven't seen your room here yet," Arabella realized it as she said it.
In her past life she never saw Ferdinand's room.
Now, they had been married for months and they had gone through spring, summer, and fall. Yet, she still hadn't been in his room once.
