11: After dinner

*Skye*

After the dinner is finished me and my new husband retreats to the library, where he pours us both a glass of port. Outside his father is sending off the priest, thanking him for his work.

We sit down in front of the fireplace, the silence creeping in on us like fog, the only sound in the room being the cracking of the burning logs. But for some reason, even here in front of the roaring flames I feel oddly cold.

My husband has been watching me every second of the evening, like he expects me to sneak off and steal the family jewels or something else nefarious.

He still thinks of me as nothing but a gold digger, but it is nothing about his money and all about the protection his name and status provides.

I realise he might be undressing me in his mind, but why should he bother when he can drag me off to the bedroom and simply do it for real ?

From the heated kisses we shared earlier I will expect our intimacy to be rather rough and quick … not to mention repeated often. I ha