My stomach turned when I realized that he was wearing nothing but a loincloth to cover his bulking frame. His gaze quickly went from my face to my body. I wasn't even sure if he heard Ingrid's explanation that I was just nervous to be presented to my bridegroom.
"Leave us," he ordered, his eyes traveling the length of my body. Ingrid gave him a nod. I grabbed her hand before she could move. "Please…don't leave me…"
"You'll be fine, my love. He won't take you to his bed until after the wedding. He's a gentleman that way."
A gentleman. I almost laughed at the thought. How could she call him that after what she had witnessed him do to me?
Ingrid shook my hand away and quickly strode out of the room. "Enjoy getting to know each other, children!" she chirped before closing the door behind her.
