“Thank you,” Emilia sighed as Faren set her down on the edge of their bed.
“I’m your husband now, Emilia. It’s my job to make sure you are happy and comfortable. Speaking of, I’m ready to get out of this damn suit…” he grumped as he scratched his neck beneath a stiff shirt collar. “This thing itches horribly.”
A brisk knock at the door announced the arrival of Luci, who had come to help her mistress shimmy out of the bulky petticoats of her gown. Faren grabbed a soft tunic and breeches, then left to go change in his study and give the women some privacy.
“Luci,”he said as he walked away, “When you get a moment, my bride and I would like some hot tea.”
“Of course, sir.”
As soon as Faren was gone, Emilia stood like a child’s doll as Luci stripped away the layers of her wedding dress.
