“No,” Charles said, leaning forward to make certain she understood how important what he was about to tell her was. “It would not make you ungrateful to say how you feel. As your husband, he should be aware of something that is upsetting you.”
He sat back again, because there were two servants coming toward them with some food. Just a bit of breads, vegetables, cheeses and some smoked meats.
“I would hope Ananya would tell me if she was unhappy. We cannot fix things if we do not know they are broken.”