Taisiya couldn’t stay turned around for long, which was probably best for her pride and self-esteem. She turned back to face the horses before she’d come up with anything to say.
Her husband repeated, very politely, “what do you want, Lady Taisiya?”
The first thing that came to her mind this time was what should I want? That wasn’t, however, the sort of question one asked one’s husband.
She cleared her throat. “I want… to be comfortable in my own home.”
“Well then,” he answered, his voice gentle, “I shall attempt to provide you with that.”
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