A few days later…
Dear Lady F,
I was genuinely surprised by the contents of your letter. Let's meet for the duel this friday at dawn, the weapon of choice: the lance. We will face each other at the abandoned mine at the back of the Old Weston Farm. Come alone or the duel is off. Looking forward to reclaiming what's rightfully mine.
Yours truly,
Lady M.
She had to admit Lady Margaret had studied her opponent well to use Fiona's weakness, her fear of horses to her advantage.
Fiona remembered the night when she got home from her trip in the city as usual Tiamat came into their bedroom in the wee hours of the night.
She could tell that something was different this time around because he reeked of alcohol and he rarely drank.
He had stripped off all his clothes and hopped into bed stark naked, Fiona had instantly paled at the sight of her nude husband.
Was this the night when he finally did his husbandly duties?
