Their wedding night (final)

"A bath sounds quite appealing now, yes," she responded.

As she attempted to sit up, a wince crossed her features.

"Don't move," Egon's command was gentle yet firm. His energy seemed to radiate, contrasting sharply with the signs of discomfort Adela was experiencing. The bed shifted beside her, and in the blink of an eye, he was standing beside her, arms extended forward.

Her heart fluttered as she met his extended arms. With a soft smile, she accepted his offer, her hand slipping into his, he effortlessly lifted her into his embrace.

"I will carry you there."

As his gaze fell upon the bed covers, a subtle crease formed between his brows. When her own eyes followed his line of sight, the reason became apparent.

"Oh…"

She looked away, mortified, the blood stain on the creamy bedcovers was proof that what the two of them experienced just now was very real.