88 Like A Brick

Satisfied, my husband's ferocity melted away in an instant. "And if you allow a word about my true identity to leak out of this room I'll tell Sigmund all about your plans and we'll get beheaded together. Got that?"

I rolled my eyes and elbowed him. "You're such a drama queen."

"What's a drama queen?"

"A saying from the countryside, I imagine," Mariela said with a slight laugh, saving me once again.

I pounced on her explanation gratefully. "Yeah, it means an overly dramatic person."

Al shook his head fondly at me. "You say the strangest things sometimes. I really ought to visit the countryside sometime and see where you picked them all up."

That would be impossible since people near the earldom of du Pont spoke nothing like me but I wisely chose not to say anything. The likelihood of the two of us ever traveling there was minimal. The Kanta region was quite far from there.