Chapter 17: Husband Mine"I can do that," she says, taking the jug of beer from the serving maiden.
The woman, used to her quirks, allows this without saying anything. Who is she to stand in the way of a mate trying to see her other half, who has been in meetings for what feels like years. She misses Connor and wishes he could come to bed during more proper hours. He is so drained after all his responsibilities in the day that he can only manage to kiss her forehead and then slump into an exhausted sleep.
The older woman surrenders her full jug of milk to Imra, who sighs and hugs it to her chest before remembering her purpose.
"How do I look?" she asks the other servants waiting to serve drinks to the king's council members.
"Very good, lady Imra," one of the younger girls murmur, blush
