Ambessa Medarda. A renowned name people either hated or respected. You didn’t know what you thought of her, tonight atleast.

Ambessa was undressing to join your side in your shared bed. Acting like it was just another day. And it probably was, in your wife’s world. But you were troubled for her. She was leaving the first thing tomorrow to battle yet another war— and it bothered you.

Ambessa sensed your disapproval, cocking an eyebrow towards you who laid under the covers. But she didn’t open her mouth to adress it verbally.