"Foolish woman," I mutter as I fly up to the perch that overlooks the inside of my tower. New brides always make things difficult. This one believes she is some type of warrior woman with her acrobatic moves. My inner eyelid barely closed before her foot connected. Not that her puny blow would cause harm.

Hmm. At least she's entertaining and not wailing at the top of her lungs like most brides.

She doesn't actually stink. I said that so maybe she'll relax in a bath and ...