“You really think I could knock two fully grown men unconscious?”
My husband’s reply came instantaneously. “Yes.”
"She actually had the gall to pout. "I could ask you the same question. How could you not invite me to your wedding?"
A bubble of laughter escaped my lips. It sounded eerie in the stillness.
"Trust me, if I would've had any say in the guest list, you would have been there."
"Maid of honour?"
“You're to be my wife." Catching up to her in two strides, I reached out to grab her arm, but stopped short of touching her. "That means you'll obey me."
"Does it?" She raised her brows, still grinning. " I suppose that means you'll honor and protect me, then? If we're adhering to the dusty old roles of your patriarchy?"
I shortened my pace to match hers. "Yes."
She clapped her hands together. "Excellent. At least this will be entertaining. I have many enemies.”
« It’s Ansel.”
With a grumbled curse, she hopped down. I beat her to the door and pulled it open. “What is it?”
Lou glared at him. “I like you, Ansel, but this had better be something good. Emilie and Alexandre just had a moment, and I swear if they don’t kiss soon, I will literally die.”
At Ansel’s confusion, I shook my head, fighting back a grin. “Ignore her. »
Lou : « I finally turned to face him. “Isn’t it? I read your Bible. As your wife, am I not considered your property? Do you not have the legal right to do whatever you please with me?” I grimaced, the memory of the Archbishop’s words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. “To lock me in the closet and never think of me again?”
“I’ve never considered you my property.”
“The Archbishop does.”
“The Archbishop is . . . mistaken.”
My brows shot up. “Doth mine ears deceive me, or did you just speak ill of your precious patriarch?”
Reid raked a hand through his coppery hair in frustration. “Just—don’t, Lou. Please. Despite what you think, he’s given me everything. He gave me a life, a purpose.” He hesitated, eyes meeting mine with a sincerity that made my heart stutter. “He gave me you. »
Je reniflai et instinctivement, je savais que ce n'était pas à cause du froid.
- Je la déteste.
"Small, warm fingers squeezed my own. My eyes darted up and met piercing blue-green. No - more blue than green now. Steely. Reflecting the iron water of the Douleur behind her. She swallowed and nodded almost imperceptibly.
In that brief moment, I understood. The doubt, the hesitation, the mourning of a future I'd never have - it belonged to her as well. Gone was the spitting hellcat. Now, there was only a woman. And she was small. And she was frightened. And she was strong. And she was asking me to be the same."
"Whosoever hideth her ... something about ointment and a hand ..." I'd waggled my eyebrows devilishly. "Quel risque! What sort of book is -"
He'd interrupted me before I could further impugn his honour."
"I leaned back, studying her as she finished my bun. A bit of icing covered her lip. Her nose was still red from the cold, her hair wild and windblown. My little heathen."
"The guards will be more vigilant, especially after the Archbishop heard of your indiscretions. He won't be pleased -"
"Unexpected bonus -"
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