[littl3chocobo]

even he could not avoid hearing the rumors. two days and still there was no wedding-blood on the sheets. the whispered words ranged from his dalliances with the servants leaving him unable to questioning the bride's purity on their wedding night. he found it all disgusting and more than once thought of having several of them whipped for their insolence, his musings however were interrupted when he saw his wife. she looked pale and strange in the soft gray dress, like a turtledove among gilded pheasants. he felt the urge to touch her