#rage-intensifies

"Okay. Goodnight, Tryndamere." Her lips flickered into a soft smile before she closed the heavy wooden door to their bedchamber. The fire in the fireplace was starting to die down, so she fed it another log. Ashe strode over the intricately-carved oak wardrobe they had received from one of Tryndamere's warriors for their wedding and pulled open the doors. She pulled out a pale blue night dress, then retreated into their bathroom to change. Tomorrow, even if he sent an envoy on without asking her, she'd have to find a way out of the castle to finish work on his gifts. She hoped he'd like them. In the beginning, she had never done anything for Valentines day or their anniversaries. She had avoided romance like the plague, and he faithfully gave her things throughout all of it. Things had changed the past three years. She guessed she was unconsciously making up for it now that she'd began to change her mind about such prospects. As she slid out of her clothes and into the nightgown, the icy February air came through the home and made her shiver. She quickly came back into the bedroom and got into bed, making herself comfortable under the comforter and furs. The warmth from the fire and the furs quickly put her to sleep. Her excitement would have to wait.