Page 52 of Married to a Frozen Duke
"Yes."
"For your new life."
"Yes."
"And now they're destroyed."
"Yes."
"And you're sitting in an inn wearing a servant's dress."
"Your point?"
"I don't have one. I'm just... surprised."
"By what?"
"I expected more drama. Tears. Accusations that this is somehow my fault."
"Is it your fault?"
"The wheel breaking? No. The rain? Probably not. Marrying you and thereby invoking the Coleridge curse? Definitely."
"The Coleridge curse?" She raised an eyebrow. "We don't have a curse."
"You absolutely do. Your entire family radiates catastrophe."
"We radiate success, actually. We're remarkably good at turning disasters into advantages."
"Is that what you call this morning?"
"This morning I married a duke. That's generally considered successful."
"This morning you vomited on a duke."
"And yet I still married him. See? Coleridge luck."
He stared at her. "You're actually trying to find a bright side to this catastrophe?"
"Would you prefer I sob dramatically? I could. I mentioned I'm very good at crying on command."
"No. No crying. I've had enough fluids on me for one day."
She bit her lip, clearly trying not to laugh. "That's a horrible jest."
"I don't jest."
"You just did."
"I did not. Dukes don't jest."
"What do they do?"
"Endure. With dignity."
"In blankets?"
"When necessary."
