TM - 113
It was one of those days and Flidais knew it the moment she opened her eyes. However, being a glutton for punishment she rose out of bed anyway and set off to find her husband.
“Adammair? Where are you at?”
In hindsight she should have just kept her mouth shut and just started her morning rituals.
“What is this Flidais?”
Adammair stepped out of the parlor holding leather bound book in his hand and Flidais immediately shrunk back against the wall knowing instinctively that whatever was going to come from this wasn’t going to be good.
“It’s a book Adammair.”
He took a stepped forward until he was seemingly towering over her, the book shaking inches in front of her face.
“Don’t get smart with me. I know it’s a book and I know it is not one of mine, cause I don’t read about Greeks and their twisted sexual liaisons.”
Flidais found herself trapped with nowhere to run as Adammair ranted about the Greeks. She couldn’t understand why he was so opposed to her reading and learning about other cultures. It wasn’t like she was going to go find herself a Greek God and run off with him or anything. Flidais was his wife, she was loyal and submissive and she’d be that way forever.
“If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times. I will not tolerate this garbage in my house. FLIDAIS! Are you listening to one word I’m saying?”
She blinked and nodded furiously, hoping that he’d believe her.
“Of course I was listening to you. I’m sorry about the book, I just wanted to know what they are like and what their customs are.”
Her husband sighed and shook his head, before letting his free hand caress the side of her face.
“Flidais, you’ve got to get your head out of these books. It’s not healthy for you to be interested in topics like this. What happened to the tapestry that you were embroidering, I thought you were doing a marvelous job capturing The Second Battle of Mag Tured.”
Now it was Flidais’ turn to sigh. She hated embroidering and she hated working on tapestries but Adammair thought it was proper hobby for her so she tried her best to please him.
“I’m taking a break from it, I don’t want to finish it too soon and then have nothing else to work on.”
He smiled and Flidais felt relieved, knowing that for now that he was no longer angry with her.
“Very well. Why don’t you go make me some breakfast, steak and eggs would be a nice change.”
Flidais nodded and watched as her husband turned and walked away with her book still in his hands. She knew that was the last time she’d ever see that particular volume about Greek mythology. With a defeated sigh she pushed off the wall and headed into the kitchen to make Adammair his food.