Her hand came to rest over his as she searched his expression. It’s silly. It certainly didn’t seem like something silly if it led him to whimpering in his sleep. Adrienne looked at him with concern. “Nightmares?” She echoed softly. “What kinds of nightmares?” Of course she would worry, especially if they’d been plaguing her husband and she hadn’t known about them.

As his wife did she have any right to know about these sorts of things? She certainly didn’t think her Papa would concern himself with anything of the sort when it came to Ambrosia, but she’d gone into this marriage at least determined to have a different kind of marriage than them.