March 13th, 1890 — Oakshire Hall, Kent
Tig looked down at the additional item on her breakfast tray with annoyance. He'd ignored her for almost three weeks and then broke the silence by with a vial of poison? It wouldn't do. She'd been left in limbo with no further explanation from him - was he actually looking into poisons or had he left her to her own devices indefinitely? What still infuriated her was that she couldn't see the logic in his behavior. It wasn't as though he'd been pleased when that healer had first declared her infertile, since when was her well-being a greater priority for him than an heir? The very idea was preposterous in the extreme, she'd probably gamble his life to get something she really wanted so why the hell would he let that stop him?
After wolfing down her breakfast down, she dressed to a minimum without actually being indecent and grabbed the vial. She was going to get to the bottom of this now damn it! Striding purposefully across the house she finally arrived at his door and at least gave him the courtesy of loudly knocking on the door before entering. Or she would have if the door hadn't been locked. "It's me, your wife! You might remember me from when you had poison sent up with my toast!" She had somehow gone from irritated to aggressively sarcastic since reaching his study door which hadn't been her intention at all.
After wolfing down her breakfast down, she dressed to a minimum without actually being indecent and grabbed the vial. She was going to get to the bottom of this now damn it! Striding purposefully across the house she finally arrived at his door and at least gave him the courtesy of loudly knocking on the door before entering. Or she would have if the door hadn't been locked. "It's me, your wife! You might remember me from when you had poison sent up with my toast!" She had somehow gone from irritated to aggressively sarcastic since reaching his study door which hadn't been her intention at all.
