Kapitel 118: A dozen crossed lines

The carriage's shaking is getting on my nerves, so I naturally move on Alexander's lap and lean my head on his shoulder. I wrap my arms around his neck and close my eyes.

I almost fall asleep, but the wine doesn't let my mind rest. I stay between slumber and consciousness for the whole time, so when we arrive, I feel more tired than when we departed.

My Duke carries me out, and I try to thank him. However, my throat is sore, and I only manage to moan.

«Are you all right?» he asks me, and I nod against his shoulder.

I'll be all right unless he lets me go.

I open my eyes and observe his solemn face and deep pupils. He's not bothered by me, even if I'm such a burden.

«I want to wash before sleeping,» I reveal. The clothes on both of us are dirty, and we sweated a lot during the day, especially while riding towards the village.

«Of course,» my husband chuckles. He already knew it, there was no need to say it out loud.