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All those days of him depriving me of sleep paid off. It made it easy.
Easy to watch him sleep. Easy to plan.
He sleeps better than I ever have; especially now that he thinks he has won our game. I have played to good wife and woman for long enough that he feels at peace to stop his taming of me.
He doesn’t know that he was the one being tamed all along. His purpose has been served; Bianca has been wed; no longer waiting for me to find a husband that I never needed nor wanted.
I may have been a shrew of a woman; But I am a good sister even if I am a bad daughter.
I did not care to be a good daughter; Baptista, after all was never a good father.
He said I would never meet his expectations; so, I wed as he wished and yet he is still displeased.
Bianca is still all he cares for.
Having me wed was enough to quiet most of the mocking around me but not all of it; not my father’s demands.
Now he wants more, for grandchildren. As if I would allow anything else to tie me to the man asleep before me.
I had to wait after we wed to really think on my plan; it wouldn’t look like a accident if ill-tempered Kate’s husband died right after the vows.
But I cannot wait any longer; I cannot continue to starve off my other obligations as a woman, as his wife.
I gave it time; I gave my speech, and I followed through; I held my Tongue; I have been nothing but the perfect wife. I refuse to be a mother.
I will be an even more perfect widower.
When he is gone, I Will be free of it. Free of him. Free of the expectation to marry.
Thee all think I am the one with the problem but If I were a man I would be a leader. I would be regarded as strong. I would be feared. But as a woman I am scorned.
If I were a man, I would be him
He lit a fire in the hearth shortly before laying to sleep; it was hours ago yet the fire still goes strong.
This is where I must be careful. Carful to preserve myself yet sacrifice him; without allowing anyone to question how I would make it out without him.
I have to think of answers to all their questions; I have to continue to act as tamed Kate; one hint of a shrew and I could be caught, and it would be for nothing.
I carefully pulled the fire iron out of the holder and drag one smoldering log onto the carpet and watch the flames begin to spread.
He won’t awaken until its spread too far for him to escape.
I will be in the sitting room when I notice the fire.
I will go to Grumio tell him of the flames and beg him to save my Petruchio.
But it will be to late.
I will cry, scream and beg.
But by morning I will be free.