sovbooks Chapter 118: Important talk (1)
Chapter 118: Important talk (1)
Chapter 118: Important talk (1)Penelope woke up the next day with an ache in her lower back like she had been beaten with something. She expected to wake up feeling well after a long night’s rest, but her body was sore and ached where she didn’t want it to.
Penelope rubbed her eyes, and when her vision cleared, she saw Tyrion still fast asleep before her.
Tyrion’s arm was around her waist, keeping her resting against his body. With his strong grip, she couldn’t get out of bed unless she disturbed his slumber.
Instead of failing at sneaking out of bed, Penelope remained still, hoping that with a little bit more rest, her body wouldn’t feel so sore when she was ready to walk around.
Penelope looked at the drapes and was able to see a glimpse of the bright sky.
Had they missed breakfast?
Penelope shifted her head to lie on Tyrion’s arm, and when she did so, his arm around her waist moved.
"Are you awake?" Penelope asked, suspicious.
Tyrion was always in bed when she woke up, but he was also the first to wake up.
Tyrion smiled. "I’m a little disappointed. I wanted to see what you would do when you thought I was asleep."
"I wouldn’t do anything indecent to a sleeping person, even if it is my husband. I’m afraid you will be disappointed each time," Penelope replied.
Tyrion held Penelope’s right hand and placed it on his bare chest. "You are only touchy when you are deep in slumber."
"I am not," Penelope said, refusing to believe his accusations. "It is you who touches me. Look at how you are holding me."
"I have to hold you to please you. If I leave the bed, you inch closer to the edge in
"I know. I will be more aware this time around, though I know that no matter what I do, there will be something twisted," Penelope said, expecting the worst.
Penelope had a target on her back because she had taken the most eligible man in town from her peers.
Penelope poked at Tyrion’s chest as a punishment for him having so many women who sought to marry him.
"Are you trying to poke a hole in my chest?" Tyrion asked, tickled instead of wounded by her poking him.
"Somewhat. I know this is awful timing, but about that carriage you burned. We shall hear of it again," Penelope said, certain of it. "While that was the first time I had received such an expensive gift from a suitor, there were others close to the price of a carriage."
Penelope continued to say, "I once tossed away the gifts I didn’t want, which was all of them, but then there was a suitor who thought I had kept a necklace he sent for me and spoke as though I owed him. I regretted not returning it."
"Who was this fool?" Tyrion asked, wanting to add them to his list.
"I will not have you spend the day trying to kill someone, and Elijah dealt with them on my behalf. Men are quite odd. Even though you may show the ashes, it will still be spoken of. They enjoy having something to spark chatter. Please, take care of it for me," Penelope pleaded.
Penelope didn’t want to be bothered with conversations about a carriage she never wanted in the first place, and one she wanted to send back. She didn’t want a reason for Cassius to approach her.
"I will take care of it," Tyrion promised.
Tyrion didn’t want any man who once courted Penelope and might be so foolish as to continue courting her now to approach her.
"I will personally let him know that I burned it. Go back to thinking of me and not him," Tyrion said, pulling Penelope back to his chest.
They still have time to rest a little longer before doing what they had planned for the day, or they could stay in bed all day, and no one could question it.
Tyrion wanted to do the latter, but he knew his busy wife had much to do in due time, so he enjoyed holding her for now.