The trip to the estate was quick with Saera riding alongside Jin, who handled the beautiful steed from the wedding with grace and gentle touch. After they'd arrived Saera ran excitedly to the beautiful room Jin had furnished, and sighed with contentment at finding it just as lovely as in her memory.
"I love this room," she murmured, letting her hands run over the bed spread, the drawers of polished wood, the beautifully painted bamboo screens. "I never had one so lovely." She turned to see why Jin hadn't answered, but he was leaning against the closed door, arms crossed, watching her.
"What is it?" Saera glanced around her, but there was nothing there. She looked back to Jin and recognized the expression on his face. Powerful, dark, hungry… so different than his usual sweet self.
Saera raised a hand in protest. "Jin, it's the middle of the day."
He raised on eyebrow as if her words were amusing and began to cross the room to her. "Oh?"
