“Come, let us share a drink to the joyous day
ahead of us.” He reached for the wine jug and poured its contents into two
goblets of the finest silver, gave one to Carissa, and took her hand in his.
With some hesitation, he looked into her eyes, turned away, and downed his drink
in one gulp. A fine white scar ran from his cheekbone down to his chiseled
jaw.
“Forgive me!” he whispered. “I am nervous about
the coming days.” He stared into his empty cup. “You are much younger than I
imagined. A mere girl, blossoming into womanhood.”
Carissa
nodded. She knew the feeling of nerves well. She had dreamed about marriage and
a family, but when the marriage festivities ended, a couple soon discovered if
they truly welcomed the arrangement.
“You are beautiful, and I am well pleased. Now,
to bed, my little wife,” he ordered firmly.
Carissa
dropped her goblet, and it hit the floor with a thud. Red wine spilled across
the wood, leaving a puddle like blood. She wanted to protest, but they were
legally betrothed, an arrangement as good as a marriage in the eyes of the law.
She dare not argue on their first encounter.
He pulled
her gently but insistently to the bedroom and closed the door.
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