Wedding night

''Princess…''

''I did not…'' Lareina stood up in a fluster, and swung the empty basket to the bed, ''I was barely tasting one.''

''I can tell,'' the man continued, amusement flickering in his violet eyes as he looked at her fingers and then her face.

When she looked down at her fingers, she realized they were stained in a deep shade of red in the juices of the fruit. She then paused and touched her face instinctively. ''I…''

Before she could say a word, she felt a soft touch on her face. She did not realize when the man had come to stand so close to her. In one hand, he held a kerchief, wiping her mouth so gently.

She watched in a daze as the white piece of fabric turned red under his ministrations.

''You must be hungry,'' he stepped back from her and then a few servants entered the chamber. They set up a table and filled it with delicacies.