My Lady Chef

Chapter 15.2: High Praise for My Wife

Ezran's POV:

"It seems like they are improving at a fast pace." I watched the knights practice their sword swings and

parrying techniques with a partner. I can only spot a few people who still seem to be lacking when it

comes to stamina and precision.

"Yes, milord. Aside from a few of the older ones who have just been knighted. I think a few more

months of training and they can be sent to other territories for some jobs." Niles, the Captain of the

Knights agreed with my assessment.

"Keep it at this rate then. Oh and gather everyone after the practice. I have something to say to them

after." I said after I saw Milford waiting for me so I walked over to him and we went inside the back door

where the hallway leading to my study was visible.

Once inside, I sat on my chair overlooking the barracks where I can watch the knights train while the

head butler gives me his report.

"Milford. Has everything been done?" I took the papers for this month's expenditures from him as he

bowed.

"Yes Your Grace. As per your order, the duchess' belongings were moved to your room," he said before

he coughed a bit. "Did ....her grace expressed her desire to sleep in your room, Your Grace?"

"Why are you asking such a question? She is my wife. Why should she not sleep in my bed?"

"Usually a separate room for the duchess of the house is prepared....with a connecting door to your

chambers. I just wanted to make sure that the duchess has agreed to such sleeping arrangements.

Since you are sure about this. I am assuming she agreed to share your room?"

I stopped reading and tried to remember whether Alaina agreed to such a decision. I only remembered

saying that all her belongings will be moved to the main house and nothing else.

"Put her belongings in the duchess' room for now and I will talk to over with my wife."

"A wise decision sire." the head butler smiled.

" I assume that the servants who disrespected my duchess were dealt with?" I asked him and he told

me that they were given 30 lashes as punishment and no pay for the next two months.

"Milford, during my absence; what do you think of the duchess?" I asked him. " I want the truth so do

not lie to me."

"Truthfully?" a gentle smile graced my butler's face. The sharp contrast to his usual aloof expression

was astounding. " Lady Alaina never complain after she was moved to the bridal house. She did not

even get upset when her first allowance was not even half of what the previous duchess usually

spends. She actually thanked me politely and the few interactions I have had with her on several

occasions were very pleasant. I commend my lord's wisdom in picking her as the mistress of the

house. She is a very dignified and warm person."

That was high praise coming from my stoic head butler. I have seen him interact with my previous

paramours and some of the more pushy ladies of the ton who tried in vain to rope me into making them

my wife.

He never liked one of them and now it seems like he is half in love with my wife.

I should be happy since as the lady of the house; she will need to interact with both the head butler and

the head maid of the house. But the thought of Alaina smiling at Milford as they discussed the budget

and accounts of the house made me crumple the paper in my hand.

"Your Grace? Did I say something that upset you?" my butler looked at the paper I ruined.

"Sorry about that. I was thinking of doing something unpleasant to someone." I grumbled as I smoothed

out the paper and signed it. " Take these. Your calculations were all correct; have my secretary file

them."

Once I sent Milford away, a movement by the barracks made me look out the window. Sword practice

seems to be over and the knights were all gathering by the huge tree.

I quickly locked my study and made my way back when a few female voices made me stop.

The heat must be getting to me but then I saw my wife dressed in a simple empire cut dress most

ladies prefer to wear during summer. The verdant green compliments her blonde hair which was half Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

braided allowing a few of her hair to flow down her shoulders.

She was laughing at what her maid said when they saw me. I felt the maid avoid my gaze and

retreated hastily but my attention was on my wife.

Her face broke into a smile as she nodded to me as she approached me slowly. I noticed that she

seems to be mincing her steps.

Is it because the loss of her maidenhead was still painful? Judging from the brave face she was putting;

I felt like a fool for not even considering her body.

"Wife." I scowled as I met her halfway and saw with some concern that she looked a little pale. "You

should have called for a doctor. If I knew this would happen, I would have asked you to stay in bed."

My angry words made her eyes go wide before her mouth twitched until she giggled as I touched her

arm in case she loses her balance.

"My lord, I had no idea I worried you so much. To put your mind at ease; I will agree to let a doctor see

me. Is that acceptable?"

Seeing her very close made my mind go blank. She really is a stunning woman with hair like sunshine

gold and lips as pink as a blush rose.

Until I remembered that our family doctor Mr. Hunt was a middle-aged gentleman who was just a few

years older than me with a stern yet handsome face. Most of the ladies at the Capital would swoon

over him while feigning an illness just to be examined by his capable hands.

Hands that would soon touch my wife's milky flesh...

"No, you will not see our family doctor," I growled vehemently.

"Well....alright but you insisted that I see a doctor, yes?"

My outburst was heard by the maid who looked surprised and by a few knights nearby. I cleared my

throat and gave my wife a stern look which did nothing to quell the playfulness in her eyes.

"I'll have Milford find the best lady doctor in the city for you. Now then...I assume you have brought

what I asked?" I eyed the covered cart her maid was pushing.

"I did. I made the Red Orange and Dragon fruit Iced Tea as promise with some cold snacks as an

added bonus." came her excited answer.

Judging from the bulk of the cart. It looks to be a lot. I was curious as well since I have had her pasta;

surely she can cook more than just that right?

" Very well. Have your maid push it to that big tree where the bench and tables are set up. " I told her

as I placed an arm around her narrow waist. " For now, lean against me. I'll take responsibility for this."