Lady Eleanor's wedding dress was a work of art crafted by Madam Cleef. It was made of Ivory, satin and lace, and she looked like a goddess. The Windsors welcomed her with open arms and even Lord Daemon couldn't keep his eyes off her.
Lady Victoria and Lady Cher looked at her with envy but they couldn't help but fawn over her beautiful dress while she blushed prettily under their attention.
"My dear Eleanor, you look radiant, you are the one and only true Windsor bride. Daemon is so lucky to have you and i am the luckiest because i have a daughter now." Madam Emily said with excitement while signalling Daemon to hold Eleanor's hand.
As Lady Eleanor and Lord Daemon exchanged their wedding vows, they looked at each other with hatred and disdain. Although, Lord Daemon has become physically attracted to her, he could only interpret his feelings as irritation because the union was based on duty and not desire.
The wedding ceremony ended and Lord Daemon and Lady Eleanor went into their bedroom.
"I do not like you or your face, but we have a duty. My mother expects good news within the month. Let us get on with it once and for all." Said Lord Daemon while looking away. Lady Eleanor responded,
"You should have married the sheep. The sheep would have fallen in line easier. Daemon Windsor, you do not own me, you will not touch me tonight or any other night. Go get yourself a sheep to give you and your mother an heir. I am incapable of conception the same way you are incapable of love. Good night My Lord."
Lord Daemon stood in disbelief but he was impressed with her audacity. No one has ever dared to speak to him like that before but for the first time, a woman, his own wife stood up to him on his wedding night. He looked at her with admiration, took a pillow and went to lay on the couch beside the fireplace.
Lady Eleanor woke up feeling as fresh as a daisy, she took a long walk around the estate admiring the flowers and the magnificent peacocks. She was approached by a manservant who informed her breakfast was ready.
At the breakfast table, Madam Emily couldn't help but notice Lord Daemon's awkward posture, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle. It was clear that he had spent an uncomfortable night with his bride or perhaps the intimacy was very intense. The strain on his neck was evident, and he looked like he was in considerable pain.
"How was your wedding night? Eleanor, we are all adults here, surely you two can fill me in." Said Madam Emily with an awkward smile. Before Lord Daemon could speak, Lady Eleanor chipped in saying
"My husband was quite a gentleman. I feel embarrassed about this topic but since you asked, i will tell you. My Lord husband was very sweet, he is quite a romantic and every experience made me feel over the moon. I do adore my Lord husband and he has proven how much he adores me by the way he held me and made love to me".
She giggled while looking down.
"I raised him well, well done my son." Madam Emily responded while Lord Daemon looked at Lady Eleanor completely speechless while she looked at him with a smile.
"Oh, stop looking at my daughter-in-law like you haven't been with her all night. That explains the unnatural angle of your neck." Madam Emily said chuckling. Lady Eleanor responded
"Mother, last night was so intense, my Lord husband didn't even allow me have a wink of sleep. I shall tend to his neck; it is my responsibility after all." she said.
"My dear Lady Eleanor is quite a mystery to be uncovered. One moment she is in love with me and the next minute she looks like she wants my head on a spike. I am indeed a lucky man." Said Lord Daemon.
"Well, then i look forward to good news sooner than later." Responded Madam Emily.
"My Lord husband has quite an interest in sheep. He kept telling me about how valuable they are and how much he would have loved to be a shepherd." Lady Eleanor said giggling while looking at Lord Daemon who was already infuriated. The new couple went into their bedroom after breakfast and Lady Eleanor insisted on tending to his neck because she had promised Madam Emily she would.
"You will not tend to my neck for i know you intend to break it. You wish to become a widow within a week but I'd rather divorce you than have you kill me." Said Lord Daemon. Lady Eleanor responded while holding him down,
"The couch must have been very uncomfortable; it is a departure from your usual sleeping arrangement. I apologize for not considering your comfort." She tended to his neck and it was as if time stood still, and he started to feel better within the hour.
Lord Daemon felt an unexplainable sensation in Lady Eleanor's presence, a mix of nervousness and fear. Her touch possessed a healing quality that left him craving for more. He found himself wishing for an excuse for her to touch him again, even if it meant another neck pain.
He couldn't help but smile at the thought of her, and his mind wandered to fantasies embracing her. But what was this strange feeling? Was it love or merely lust?
He couldn't quite grasp it, but he knew he felt an overwhelming urge to protect her, to shower her with affection and attention. He seized every opportunity to show her how much he cared for her and she couldn't help but feel the same for him.