this isn't a love story

"Persephone must have come straight from there to her room and promptly fallen asleep. She hadn’t even gotten under her coverlet. The room, he noticed, was not terribly warm, despite the low fire.

"“Boil and blast,” Adam grumbled. He’d been ready to confront a quaking wife. Instead he’d found her sleeping, obviously exhausted, seeing as how she’d not even dressed for bed.

"It was entirely too chilly for her to sleep without at least a blanket to provide warmth.

"“Now I’ve become a lady’s maid,” Adam muttered, crossing back to the bed. He grabbed the coverlet on the side of the bed opposite Persephone. With a tug he pulled it loose then draped it across her where she slept.