She ran across the room, threw herself facedown across the bed, and wept into her arms. Bernon must think her useless to have taken all her duties away. How could she ever prove herself to him? And how was she supposed to fill her days now? She had no purpose. She didn’t fit in with all the noble court people and couldn’t endure the thought of facing them without Bernon at her side. ‘Twas too bad Aurick wasn’t home. He would help her make Bernon understand that she was valuable, rare, and precious. Zut! She sniffed back her tears and wiped her cheeks on her sleeve. Crying served no purpose. She had never been so emotional in the past. Of course, she had never had time to be. She needed to find something to occupy her that Medwyn would not consider work. That irked. Bernon had put a watchdog on her trail. He didn’t even trust her to follow his orders. Well, if her husband ordered her not to work, then she would show him. She would become lazier than an old fat woman on a hot, humid day.
