Dorian stayed motionless, visibly unsettled by her quiet resignation.
Catherine noticed the confusion in his eyes and almost laughed.
How ironic.
In their previous life, he had never wanted her to speak out of turn. He had disliked her offering opinions before his ministers, disliked her intelligence drawing attention, disliked anything that made her appear as more than the beautiful queen seated beside him.
Every lesson he had taught her had been the same one wrapped in different words—know your place.
And now that he had discovered her brilliance had value... Now he seemed disturbed that she no longer wished to use it.
"...Except being your perfect wife," she added softly.
Dorian's throat tightened.
Those lowered eyes.
That quiet voice.
The obedience.
