The Flash Truce Marriage.

This morning as Genevieve's eyes fluttered open with her vision still hazy, she felt her body weighed down by exhaustion. A lovely exhaustion and an unfamiliar sensation between her legs.

Last night had been lovely, her mind brought the situation she was in and she felt a shiver of cold, But the warmth surrounding her was familiar. Strong, steady arms held her close, the scent of pine and steel filling her senses.

"You're awake," Enid murmured, his voice low but relieved.

She blinked up at him, her throat dry. "Where…?"

"In my arms," he said with a small, humorless smile. "Where you always should be."

Genevieve swallowed hard. Reality crashed in. The truce. The wedding. The duty she had to fulfill. "It's happening today, isn't it?"

Enid nodded. "Yes. But I promised you something, didn't I?" he had made a promise to her last night as they did the most intimate thing a man and a woman could do.