Nevara
Thoren still looked unconvinced as he stood beside the bed fastening the buttons of his jacket.
He had already repeated the physician’s restrictions twice, verified that water and food were within reach, and instructed Drake to call him if I so much as looked dizzy.
Every few seconds, his gaze returned to me as though he expected me to leap from the bed and begin reorganizing the castle the moment he turned away.
“I promised I would rest,” I reminded him.
“You have made similar promises before.”
“I mean it this time.”
“That is also something you have said before.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You are becoming very irritating for someone who has only been my husband for one day.”
His expression softened immediately.
“Husband.”
“You heard me.”
“I did.”
The small smile tha
