Astrid sat in the great hall with a full tankard of ale in front of her, without having downed a bit of the brew in the couple of hours she'd been sitting there. Astrid couldn't get her response to Vevina's blatant query for her to make love to her wife out of her mind. But then, she supposed she'd been out of her mind for answering her as she had.
"In time."
What time? What was she waiting for? And what of her response? Vevina had smiled. Did that mean she was relieved? Astrid had expected her, perhaps wanted her, to be upset. At least that would have proven that she hadn't offered herself out of duty to fulfil their vows and seal their marriage. Vevina'd continued the conversation as if Astrid's rejection meant nothing, had not bothered her in the least.
Where she thought Vevina would
