Madeline muttered to herself as she took long strides out of his study, "What does he think he is, how dare he embarrass me like that." When the door closed behind her, she halted and let out a scoff, "The nerve of him."
But the tears did not stop falling. She found her legs wobbling and her back hitting against the door. Her whole body began shaking. She shouldn't be crying. She was not one to cry, dammit. She was a blacksmith; her heart was supposed to be made of steel. So why was she feeling weak in the knees because he did not regard her?
Did he not see her when she had taken off her robe? But isn't this the duty he talked about yesterday? Aren't they meant to perform these duties?
Madeline shook her head. She had just embarrassed herself by approaching her husband, who did not regard her one bit. Never again. In fact, she would prefer if they remained in separate rooms.
