“Go away,” she groaned. “No chance, my beauty.” Donnall’s chipper voice called before he burst into the room. “The bread will not bake itself.” Cadence flopped onto her stomach and pulled the covers over her head. “Just because you suffered a bad day does not mean you can abandon your responsibilities.”Donnall sat on the edge of her bed and tugged the bedclothes down. More than anything, he wanted to crawl under the covers with her and delay the start of his own day. “Now, rise and shine or I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you to the kitchens in your nightgown.” “Barbarian,” Cadence snorted. “That’s my little mouse, finding your fight again.” He pressed a kiss to her head. “Go before I fight you.” “I would very much enjoy that, but I will stay and escort you downstairs.”
