My Bratty Wife

Sunlight streamed through the ornate drapes, casting a warm glow across the opulent chamber. Suzy stirred, a yawn escaping her lips. She blinked open her eyes, the events of the previous night replaying in her mind. She stretched luxuriously, feeling surprisingly rested despite the unfamiliar surroundings.

But as she looked around the bed, a frown creased her brow. The space beside her was empty, the crisp sheets undisturbed. "Ryan?" she called out tentatively, her voice echoing in the vast room.

She had the distinct memory of waking up briefly in the middle of the night, of Ryan sleeping in the armchair.

Just then, a soft tapping sound came from the door. She sat up, reaching for the discarded robe lying atop a nearby armchair. "Come in," she called out.

The door creaked open, revealing the friendly face of the young maid, Esme. A bright smile adorned her face. "Good day, Duchess," she greeted, her voice cheerful. "I trust you slept well?"

"Yes, thank you, Esme," Suzy replied, her voice still husky with sleep. "But where is everyone?" She gestured towards the empty space beside her. "And what time is it?"

Esme tilted her head, her smile widening. "It’s noon, Duchess. Almost time for lunch."

Suzy’s eyes widened in surprise. "Noon? But... why didn’t anyone wake me?"

"Well," Esme began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "your husband instructed us all not to disturb you. He said you haven’t been sleeping soundly for the past two days and were quite exhausted from your journey."

Suzy flushed scarlet. "Husband?" she stammered. "Esme, I..."

But before she could correct the misconception, Esme continued, oblivious to Suzy’s discomfort. "Such a loving Duke you have, Duchess," she gushed. "Making sure you get your rest. He is a caring man."