November 15, 1345.
Stormhold Castle,
The walled city of Rothwell,
Capital of Myknos.
Lady Odeya Katarina Black
The wedding banquet was unlike anything Odeya had ever experienced and she wondered how Nicolas and Alyn had planned it all without her sniffing it out.
They'd been driven back to the castle in one of the royal carriages that had been decorated with gold ribbons and flowers, her breathing leaving her further when she saw how they'd transformed the castle into something straight out of a fairytale.
She blushed when she remembered how Nicolas had barely been able to keep his hands to himself, whispering dirty threats into her ears that had her red all through the ride.
"I wonder if you flush just as beautifully everywhere." She remembered him say.
As her hair was restyled to have most of it run down her back, she bit her lip wondering whether it would be good with them on the marriage bed.
