Andor opened the door for her, and despite being a werewolf, Derya had rarely been so tired. She had no idea how Andor was still on his feet after the day they had. Heavens, she'd had enough of humans, babies, gossiping women, feasts, and people to last her a lifetime, but this was the life she chose when she married a ruling prince.
Not that this was not part of her life at home, but there she was, the fifth wheel on the wagon. Although their people loved seeing her, she was not the center of attention, and if she got fed up, she could disappear. Here, she was not the backup heir but the new ruling princess.
People told her their problems, especially women, and they expected solutions. Her head ached, and her wolf was grumpy, and even the idea that Andor might want more from his new wife than to help him bathe and get in his nightclothes couldn't attract the creature's attention.