“What are you doing?” she asked through clenched teeth. “I’m showing you your room.” “This is the room of a Marshal’s spouse.” Arland looked into the room, his expression puzzled. “You think so?” She resisted the urge to punch him. “Yes, I think so. It has the House Krahr banner positioned behind a chair with a Marshal’s insignia on it.” Arland blinked and rubbed his chin. “So it does. How peculiar.” “My Lord Marshal.” “My Lady Maud?” “I’m not your wife. I’m not even your betrothed.” “Where would you like me to put you?” “Not here.” “I don’t know a room suitable to a woman I asked to marry me
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