Indeed the prospect of a night alone with her husband, perhaps as a pseudo honeymoon, was becoming more and more enticing. Edith found herself hoping for bad weather or a broken wheel or tired horse so that she could stay in a warmer bed with her husband curled up against her keeping her safe and warm.
"I... suppose I am the lady of the house, am I not?" she muttered softly, intrigued at the concept. "Though the notion is a little silly, really. I'd much rather be your equal."