Chapter 79: Taste (1)
Penelope composed herself and, rather than taking Tyrion’s offer for her to join him, Penelope went to find her nightgown to change into.
There was a long night ahead of them, and she knew Tyrion’s teasing would persist.
After getting changed by herself, Penelope took up a comb and sat down to finish preparing herself for bed. She did this as a distraction at first, but she could not get the sight of Tyrion standing so confidently before her out of her head.
"He is a tease," Penelope muttered.
Normally, his advances never got the best of her, and though it was not a contest, just mere affection between a married couple, she hated to think that he was getting the best of her.
Penelope found herself acting like the very ladies whose actions puzzled her in the past. She had not understood why they had such dramatic reactions to simple actions from their lovers.
Now, she understood them.
How was she to stay composed with the things Tyrion did?
Penelope stopped combing her hair when she heard the door close, and thanks to the reflection on the mirror she sat before, she saw Tyrion coming toward her. He wore long pants and a loose shirt, a maid must have prepared them whilst they drew his bath.