My main worry is for Tristan and his safety on his dangerous mission. My second worry, however, is for myself, as I’m now alone with him in this farmhouse. There are no other slaves, or servants. No cooks. No cleaners. No other harem women to sate his needs – although that makes me more pleased than concerned, for reasons I don’t want to think about.
Undoubtedly, he is going to wish for me to fulfill the duties of all the other servants.
Almost immediately, my fears are realized.
“Consort. Make breakfast. Tristan brought groceries when he returned. I expect you know how to throw a meal together.”
I do, but it annoys me that he assumed that.
He’s injured, I remind myself, so that I will hold my temper. Besides, I am technically his servant still, even if we are outside the capital. I’
