Traditions were somewhat rare in Myrken Wood. A lack of stability over the years had something to do with that. One day you would be enjoying your weekly catch-up with Goodwife Nell, and the next, she had been eaten by a giant wolf. For some, however, traditions were forced for that very reason, to impart some order and sanity on an insane, chaotic world. That was, not, however, this tradition. It was born of affection and intimacy, not in the face of chaos and insanity, but in the face of activity and bustle, of responsibility.
It began when they were younger, a mapmaker and a trader girl eating where they could afford to eat, holding hands under the table. Then, when he was part of the government and both of them were under a drow curse, they'd make something of a spectacle of it, he moving up in the world and she lewdly dressed. After losing her hand, it was a more personal and reserved thing, quiet lunches in a few trusted places. After her hand was restored, it became a matter of politics, how best to make a statement or influence a business owner. And finally, after her last change, it was something of a celebration. He was the Governor and she was Rhaena in all of her glory. The hero and his princess, her dresses lavish and his clothes smart and expensive. It may have become an extravagant thing, but throughout all of the changes, it was still lunch.
Most days, Glenn let Rhaena pick the restaurant. She was the one with the business sense, with the more refined taste, with the knowledge of cultural trends and really, his sense of taste had been rather blunted since his return from Underdark almost three years before. Today had been one of those days. The Governor and his lady were rarely together in public outside of these lunches. Those who were familiar with him in a professional sense rarely saw him with her, but when they did, it may have struck them at how different he was, warm, doting (even coddling), and affectionate. He was young but only ever acted it around her. There was nothing strange about that, though, right? It was natural for a man with such weight upon his shoulders to be so different around the love of his life, wasn't it?