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“So it’s set apart for your wives.”
He shook his head, “One wife.”
“I won’t marry you.”
“I don’t want to marry you, so stop worrying about it. The rooms
were made for a lady, and yours were made for a servant.”
“Which I am, and indentured servant.”
“You’re the only one that makes that distinction.”
“Not true. Every day when you order me into a dress and force me
to stand here while you put your lips to mine, or make me eat with
a fork, or learn to dance, is done under direct order,” Kyrin
reminded her.
He couldn’t help but grin, “Oh right… well… sometimes you’re
too stubborn to do what’s good for you unless it’s an order.”
“How is this good for me?”
“I’m making you less afraid of me.”
She glared at him, “I’m not afraid of you.”
“Ok then, I’m making it so you trust me.”
“Good luck with that.”
“Hey, it’s working, mostly. You don’t try to attack me anymore
when I kiss you.”
“I don’t want punished for assaulting you.”
“That or you like it.”