"I made you food. I made you breakfast that you should enjoy in bed." I smiled nervously and placed the tray over his lap. He looked at me very strangely before he looked at the food again.
"Why? Why did you have to bother?" His question caught me off guard.
"That's not your duty, did you know that?" Yet another question before I could even answer the first one.
"I like the idea of cooking for you. You are going to be my husband." My response was nothing but the truth. There was weird satisfaction that came with making that meal for him and knowing that he would be my husband.
"When you have been in training for years and surviving with what you hunt, meals like this can be very off putting. Especially in the morning."
Those words left his mouth as he lifted the fork and stabbed
