The feast for that day ended as the sun set and so the preparation for the wedding night started. Xhemin and Darryl left the great hall and their guests to retreat to their chambers, on their way, Xhemin confronted the beast.
"Darryl why did you promised the Chieftain a grandchild?" She asked while they were walking side by side.
"Why not?" Darryl's was amused with her question.
"I told you we are not—"
"Well, you only told we are not going to do it tonight," Darryl pointed as he looked at the Little Miss whose expression wore that of a raging crocodile ready to eat. "The I thought perhaps we can do it tomorrow night then?"
Xhemin was stunned in his conclusion, "I can't believe you!"
Darryl only smiled at her and the way he did made Xhemin's chest tightened as if all the breath in her was swept away. She was very annoyed with her husband and at the same time she couldn't ignore his charms and that only made her more upset.
