"Luna, there is something that weighs upon my heart," Dorcas began gently.
Lena, busy fastening the sash of her robe, did not turn.
"What is it?"
"Do you not love the Alpha, that you should favour the company of other men above him?"
Her hands stilled, the question lingering heavily in the quiet that followed.
After a pause, she resumed tying the robe, her back still to Dorcas.
"Why do you ask me this?"
Dorcas bit her lip before answering. "Forgive me, my lady, but it troubles me to see you in the presence of another man… rather than your husband."
At last, Lena turned.
"Dorcas," she said, her tone neither harsh nor soft, simply firm.
"Yes, my lady?"
"There are matters over which we hold no dominion—love chief among them. When one loves, one accepts all manner of consequence and
