Wills Waltson had always been a tyrant, she realized.

It was a bit much for her to be so controlling that she wasn't even permitted to exit through the door.

Aside from resting in bed, eating, and drinking, the only thing allowed was reclining on the balcony, soaking in the sun for a bit, and reading.

Wills Waltson had to take her downstairs if she wanted to go out.

He carried her into the courtyard on Wednesday afternoon to bask in the sun before having her afternoon tea for the fifth day in a row.

She was enraged but couldn't express it.

After all, he always had a quick wit...