Bab 218: The merchant (1)

The journey back to the capital feels like going to battle.

At least for me.

Alexander is as calm as always while he oversees the servants packing the carriages. He has ordered a comfortable seat, and he personally filled our carriage with pillows.

He even asked me if I wanted to travel alone, but he had such a beaten expression that I couldn't accept. Not that it was my intention, in the first place.

Yet, sometimes, I feel like dealing with a puppy in fear to be abandoned, rather than an overbearing, cruel husband.

I know he will reverse back to his shameless self as soon as the baby is born, but it's nice to be cuddled like this. I have my spaces respected and my will enforced with little to no efforts from my side.

«If the weather remains this warm, we'll arrive at the first inn by evening,» I consider.