She hated this place. Most people are relieved to be home after a long day. Andria Beaumont was not. She’d grown up in Henford, but not in the countryside. She had lived just off of town square, close to the market, close to people.
Now she lived on a farm, in the country, isolated. Andria wondered how the hell she ended up here. She loved her husband, but how did the man talk her into moving back to his childhood farm and living with his parents & little sister. Andria went inside and was greeted with the noise of the television in the living room.
“Last night, all eyes were on Windenburg. His Imperial Majesty King Anthony II and Her Royal Highness Queen Helena celebrated 15 years of marriage in grand style. Stay tuned as we provide some exclusive behind the scenes footage of the evening’s event.”
Gerald Teffords sat in an easy chair watching the news, or what passes for the news.
Andria stopped briefly to see what the talking heads were reporting today. “How was your day?” Gerald asked. He was still fixated on the TV, but he had heard her walk in.
“It was a good day…” Andria wanted to say more. She wanted to share more, but she knew the man didn’t actually care. Gerald wasn’t actually so bad. He could be caring sometimes, but he was wrapped up in his own thoughts and was definitely a man of the patriarchy. Dana Perry, her mother-in-law, was the real problem.
“Good you’re home. Go grab the eggs from the chickens, and Hettie needs to be milked. Then you can make dinner. I’m going out. I should be back before Aisha’s bed time, but if I’m not you should put her to bed.”
Andria absolutely hated this farm, but she could never convince her husband that this was not the right place for them.
