Samuel rubbed his nose, his eyes softening as he looked down at her. "How about 'husband'? You used to call me that."
Heena's smile gained a slightly sharper edge, leaning into the self-deprecating armor she so often wore. "I think I should call you 'My Lord,' just like how all the servants call you. After all, your wife isn't a noblewoman like the others in your circle. She is just a servant."
Samuel's amusement instantly vanished, replaced by a stern frown. He reached out and lightly tapped her on the nose in retaliation. "Don't call yourself a servant again and again, because honestly? I am really scared."
Heena blinked, momentarily thrown off balance. "Scared?"
"Yes," Samuel said flatly. "If a 'servant girl' can be this dangerous, manipulative, and brilliant... just thinking about what a noblewoman could do terrifies me. Please, spare me."
