After a while, when the Duke understands that I've ended my talk, he gets up. He walks to the chimney and takes a chunk of wood, and he stokes the fire.
«You want me to show to the court that I appreciate my bride, is it right?» he asks, gazing at the flames.
«I don't have much to offer you in return, but I will make it worth the bother,» I say. I look at my fingers, hoping that my words aren't the last I will say in this cold palace.
When my shoulders are covered with a heavy shawl, I wince, surprised and frightened. I haven't noticed the Duke's steps until the last moment, and I couldn't move away from his tender hands.
«How did you know that I ordered the maids to keep you warm?» he whispers to my ear. His breath hits my skin, and his hair tickles my neck when he moves away. I turn to him and open my mouth to deny, to say that I had no clue. At the last second, though, I change my mind.
