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“Am I attending this event as your wife or your bodyguard?”
Leta asked from the bed, watching through the open door as Gaunt shaved in the bathroom mirror.
“Both..”
“So I’m allowed to do more than nod and smile?”
“You have to look pretty.”
“Dress uniform or dress?”
“Well, personally my legs are too muscular for a dress-”
Leta rolled her eyes, a smile on her lips “I meant for me.”
“Dress…there should be enough on site security that you won’t need a weapon.”
“I’ll bring the foldaway..just in case.”
“You're the only woman I know who can hide a laspistol in the frills of her gown.”
“My job is to protect Lord-Executioner Gaunt, to protect him from the enemies of the Imperium..” She got out of the bed “And I take that oath seriously.”
“I hope you take your vows as seriously.”
“Of course I do.”
In the bathroom light, Gaunt’s ring sparkled, a simple silver band, identical to the one Leta wore on a chain around her neck.
“When my husband isn’t snoring…or taking up all the bed…” She entered the bathroom, the tile was cool on her feet “Or making me dig a latrine.”
“Once, I made you do that once..”
She came up behind him and slid her arms around his waist “And I’ll never forgive you.”
He chuckled, it vibrated his whole body, then he cursed, she looked around him to see that he had nicked himself with the razor.
“I’m bleeding, you’re doing a terrible job at keeping me safe.”
“I am to protect you from others, not yourself, Ibby.”