Chapter 8

The matrimonial ceremonies were draining, each ritual seamlessly flowing into the next. When it was all done, I could barely stand up straight.

Observing my weariness, Frederick gently suggested, "Perhaps you'd like to refresh yourself?"

I gazed at him, feeling a twinge of self-consciousness.

It was, after all, our first night as a married couple. His words seemed innocent, but there was an underlying sense of closeness that couldn't be overlooked.

The prospect of what might transpire later made my cheeks flush and my ears turn a vivid shade of red.

"I... well..." My response trailed off clumsily.

Frederick let out a soft laugh, removing his formal jacket with ease. He walked across the room, opened the wardrobe and retrieved a spare blanket. Laying it down neatly, he said, "Don't fret. I won't pressure you into anything. We're wed now—there's no need to hurry. We'll approach things gradually."