Matilda was still pink in the cheeks from having encountered her sister-in-law in bed with her cousin, but it could have easily been mistaken for residual anger as she re-entered the room with her husband, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes narrowed. She did not speak—there was no need to when Domitian was here—but at her husband's glance she narrowed her gaze in on her cousin and raised her brows, making her meaning clear. You're no going anywhere.
