Ryu was absolutely furious.
He had been fine with a lot of the things until now.
He had been fine with Ailsa feeling superior. She was his wife; even if she wasn't stronger than him, he would put her on a pedestal. She wasn't just some normal woman walking down the streets or passing by him, not a woman he wouldn't even give a second glance to.
She was a woman he had shared his heart with, his bed with, a woman he planned to share his future with.
She was his wife.
He would elevate her as far beyond him as his shoulders and back would allow. He would never show even a tinge of distaste for how she viewed herself. He simply didn't care.
He had been fine when she started ordering him around, having him pick up the slack where she had failed and cover her back. Anyone else who had ordered him to do such things would have gotten more than just a little bit of his fury; they would have paid deeply for their arrogance.
