Rhaego had dreaded this trip. Even understanding how much joy she’d derive from a market visit, he’d still shriveled a little inside knowing every Tuvastan would assume she was there because he needed supervision, because he’d failed in his previous selections. A mortifying situation for any husband. But their mocking glances had quickly morphed into ones of curiosity, confusion, and even jealousy after she’d kissed him. His cheek still burned from it, and his mind swam with theories as to why she might have done it. Had she realized she was expressing extreme satisfaction with her husband by
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