"What do I care how he looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave!"
- Fleur Delacour, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Chapter 29
"If you want to know what a man's like, take a go...
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Walking into Charlie Strong's Yard, Imogen pushed back on the thought of Ada's pregnancy and the fact she knew exactly who the father was, but right now was not the time, she was here to spend it with her husband, and feel his arms safely wrapped around her waist. When she saw the men, she was happy to see her husband checking over the horse. He had always loved horses, and she wouldn't put it past him to love a Pegasus and treat it like the most precious thing in the world.
"Remind me to introduce you to some magical horses my King, I think you would love many of them." Imogen spoke as Tommy turned towards her. A smile on his face as he approached her. Morgana did she love Tommy and his powerful walk. It made him look incredibly powerful.
"My Lily." He whispered leaning forward and kissing her softly on the lips. God he loved her lips, they were so soft and plump, it made him burn with desire. "How are you today my Lily?" He asked her as they started to sway gently.
"Interesting." She answered. He tilted his head at that, but he saw the look in her eyes and decided not to ask. That was women's business, and he respected his wife, if she didn't want to tell him, he wouldn't force her to talk about anything. "Anyway, is this the horse?" She asked, as she stepped over to the creature. A loving look in her eyes as she placed a hand on its neck gently sliding her hand over the creatures coat.
"It is my Lily." He said as he wrapped his arm around her resting his head on her shoulder. "Get me down a Spanish saddle, Curly." Tommy ordered looking at the slow man as he held the reigns.
"Yes, Tom. A Spanish saddle..." Curly muttered as he handed the reigns to the man. "He's a beauty, Tom. Yeah, yeah... Beautiful. Yeah." He continued as he walked away to get the saddle.
Imogen continued to move her hand. She loved something about this horse, and it made Tommy tempted to not have it race, but simply be a present to the woman. He was about to ask if she would like to have the horse as her own when Charlie approached the two. "Fine beast you got there, Thomas." Charlie said. "But is he worth falling out with the Lee family over?" He questioned before slapping something metal onto the table. "Just passing it on. Declaration of war." Charlie states as Tommy picks the bullet up, his name etched into the metal. He wanted to scoff at it and throw it away, but he didn't. Lucian had told him to keep it. "The whole Lee clan. The guns and now this." Charlie scoffed.
Tommy looked up sharply at the mentions of the guns, Imogen paid them no mind as she helped Curly place the saddle onto the horses back. "The guns are not spoken of. Right?" Tommy questioned; his voice was harsh.
"Tommy. Tommy!" Charlie shouted at the man as Tommy made his way over to his wife seeing her already waiting for him, sitting almost like royalty atop the stallion. "You mind how to speak to me." Charlie finished with a stern voice, pointing at the man.
"Forgive me, Uncle." Tommy says with a look on his face as he swings his leg over sitting behind his wife. His arm tightly wrapped around her waist, kissing her neck.
