WARNING: smut content.
The Duke hasn't let go of my hands yet. He's smiling happily, so much that I can picture a wagging tail.
I, on the other side, am still in shock.
He's still bragging about how content he is that I didn't keep my thoughts private, that I dared to be harsh without fear and that I also kept my sense of justice intact.
He doesn't care that I disrespected him, nor that I was utterly wrong. But I do.
My sense of guilt is eating my insides, and a terrible, awkward feeling has spread in my guts.
I don't know how to get rid of it until Duchess Prim's words return to my mind. She said that a wife must reward a husband that is working well, especially if he gains some achievement. It will tighten the relationship between them, and it will also make him feel even more important.
