Chapter 23 - Twenty Three
Ryan emerged from his study, the weight of the day pressing down on his shoulders. Cracking the case of the alphabetical murders had brought a sliver of relief, but the underlying tension remained. He needed some rest, a chance to clear his head before the next storm hit.
He shuffled down the hallway, his steps heavy with fatigue. As he rounded a corner, a flash of movement caught his eye. He glanced out the window and saw Suzy, a splash of vibrant color against the manicured green of the castle grounds.
She was strolling with Doris, their laughter echoing faintly through the corridor. But it was Suzy’s attire that sent a jolt of irritation through him. She sported another one of those... unconventional dresses. This one, a color he couldn’t quite describe, clung to her curves (her waist and hips) in a way that was both unnecessary and frankly, unbecoming of a Duchess.
"What in blazes is she wearing now?" he muttered under his breath, a frown creasing his forehead. Her disregard for proper etiquette was starting to grate on his nerves.
An idea, sharp and icy, sparked in his mind. Perhaps, he thought, it was time to remind the Duchess exactly who she was and who she was married to. A little reminder of the expectations that came with her title wouldn’t hurt. After all, the sooner she learned to conform, the better.
He altered his course, heading towards the gardens instead of his chambers.
The crisp air of the afternoon carried the sweet scent of blooming roses as Suzy sits on a nearby chair, a serene smile gracing her lips. Lost in the peaceful beauty of her surroundings, she didn’t hear the approaching footsteps until a deep, cold voice shattered the tranquility.
"Duchess Cassandra," Ryan’s voice boomed, laced with a frosty disapproval.
Suzy turned, her smile faltering slightly at the sight of her husband. His presence here, in the usually peaceful haven of the gardens, cast a long shadow. Doris, sensing the tension, offered a polite smile.