Lucan followed behind his new wife’s hesitant steps, leading to their new bedroom. He had been planning on showing it to her a lot sooner, but other duties demanded his attention. All of the furnishings were freshly carved and the fabrics were hand chosen by his mother, they had both taken great care to help make Rei feel at home. Unfortunately for him, their wedding had been rather rushed, and he would soon be headed to the royal castle with his brother as his captive.
“Well?” Lucan peeked around Rei’s shoulder as they entered the room, attempting to catch her eye. “What do you think?”
The responding high pitched squeal alarmed him at first, but the weight of his bride falling into his arms with tears of joy reassured him.
“It’s beautiful!” She exclaimed, wiping at the stray tears on her cheek. “I can’t believe you did this just for me.”
Lucan smiled, holding back the truth that in fact he would have gone to such lengths for his new wife regardless of whether it had been she who had agreed to marry him. He looked at her, carefully pushing a wild lock of her hair behind her ear. She was lovely, wearing a blue gown of velvet that Milena had sewn herself. Her hair was pulled back for the first time since he had known her, and her dark blue eyes shone like the stars after nightfall.
He noticed the spinning wheel near the door, and gave an apologetic sigh. “I’m sorry I haven’t got around to moving mother’s sewing things for her.”
“Sewing things?” Rei giggled before casually noting, “I see there’s a crib.”
“Oh – yes,” Lucan said. “Don’t think that means anything I mean, I don’t want you to feel rushed.”
His new wife giggled once again, “Why not? I basically ran down the aisle, just to preserve a little more time with you before you go.”
She stood there waiting for his reply, and her words were replaying in his mind as he tried to decipher their meaning. He stared at her, his mouth hung open, his eyes wide. Finally, he glanced at the bed.
She grinned at him, and took a quiet step toward him. His arms came up around her instinctively, and he breathed in the scent of her. It was ridiculous how fond of each other they had grown since she had agreed to marry him. Instead of becoming shy and being offended when he teased her, she teased him right back and often ended their conversations with a kiss - which he suspected was just a tactic to make him stop talking. He was satisfied, that no matter what developed at the trial - no matter what punishment his brother received. Fate had changed his life so quickly and suddenly, and gifted him with something greater than he ever had the brains to ask for.