a home is a home because it’s filled with people who love you regardless
Natha did say it was all right, but I still felt guilty about all the crying and mood swings, especially to the servants.
It wasn't every day, but they also couldn't call Natha every time I got those mood swings to calm me down. When Natha wasn't available, they had to face my changing moods and unreasonable demands by themselves, because I would never calm down until those demands were fulfilled or Natha came to pick me up in his arms and soothe me.
When I was in that space, not even the vassals and my kids could do anything.
That was shy I felt so bad for the servants, especially Mara and Panne who were at the forefront of my hormonal attack.
"I'm sorry..." I sniffed while shoving a tart winter berry I just demanded into my mouth. My eyes were swollen from crying while waiting for the whole logistics department staff to look for the out-of-season berry.