Maids bustled around the chambers. The dark wood was covered in letters and envelopes.

You were pouting and glaring down the maids that cleaned the room, jealous over how they looked at the Lord Commander, at your husband. Finally, you got fed up and went to him, wrapping your arms around his middle, giving a pointed glare at the women.

Harwin smiled, giving an amused laugh as his hand found your waist. “They are just cleaning, you jealous brat.”