One thing you learned by sharing the bed with the Nadia Satrinava is that she despises mornings.

You’d think the Countess, a woman whose life revolves around waking up and going to work would be used to waking up in the morning, but you couldn’t be more wrong.

Your wife was sulking.

You had woken her up an hour earlier than she had wanted, and now she wouldn’t look at you as she sulked near the edge of the bed. She grumbled some words beneath her breath that you couldn’t quite make out, but it was clear she was not happy.

She cast a crimson glare over her shoulder at you before looking away once more.

Sulking.