When Sam dropped the news, I found myself a little out of it. No maidservants ca to serve in the morning to dress or brush my hair.
But I managed alone. Sam insisted on helping , but I refused.
Watching the maidservants do everything made learn this task. I'm a born peasant, a laborer. Hence, it was a habit of mine to learn simple task to add to my skills just in case.
I t Sam in our bedchamber. He offered a smile as I approached.
"My bride is so beautiful without even trying." He sighed, eting halfway, and stopped a step away from .
I bit my lower lip and avoided his gaze. "You're just saying that."
Have he seen himself in the mirror?
"Lilou, my little love, I was never smitten with soone my entire existence. I've traveled half of the world, and I've never t soone half as gorgeous as you!" Sam exclaid, taking a step forward with his arms spread wide.
He held my shoulder, his gaze on .
I hid the urge to blush, but failed miserably. Sam's way of staring at without a word forced to believe his claims.
"Are you still surprised that we're setting off tomorrow at dawn?" He asked, tilting his head a little to the side.
"Well…" I pursed my lips in a thin line. "A bit."
Who wouldn't? He just told yesterday that he received a letter from the capital.
Knowing Sam's character, he would let them wait for him purposely. He enjoyed doing things that could inflict anger from the capital.
Thus, I expected him to delay it for a month or a week. The reason it surprised that he planned to set off almost imdiately.
I'm not ready yet.
"Silly." Sam chuckled, raising his hand, and placed it on my chin so I could et his eyes.
"I simply wanted to marry you as soon as possible. Otherwise, the king would have to wait a decade or two for my response."
Out of habit, I bit my lower lip. He was rushing it so he could marry ?
Such moving words. How could I refute that? I felt so helpless because I wanted the sa.
"Stop biting your lips, love. You don't know how it affects every ti." Sam's tone was low, his eyes glinting dangerously as he slowly lifted his gaze from my lips to my eyes.
I gulped, pursing my lips in a thin line. Sam narrowed his eyes.
The second he told I didn't know how it affected him tugged my curiosity. How did my habit affected him? I… wanted to know.
"I can still hear you, love." Sam inford huskily. "Like this."
Suddenly, Sam bent down, tilting his head, leaning forward, and his lips imdiately crashed into mine. His arms smoothly wrapped around my waist, pulling to his firm chest.
Instinctively, I placed my fist on his shoulders in surprised. His lips begging, demanding, and commanding.
I slowly closed my eyes as I welcod him comfortably, if not a little snugly. I felt like dressing up was a waste of ti, as our clothes pooled on our feet not long after.
We just carried on; kissing and making love repeatedly. I never had so much energy as I lasted longer than last night. And I didn't feel exhausted as we did it over and over and over again.
*
At noon, Sam and I walked outside our chamber holding hands. My face flustered, still heating up from our morning activity. My knees felt a bit wobbly, but I managed, albeit now I'm famished.
anwhile, Sam was grinning, looking back at constantly. Glimpsing at his content smile, and the warmth in his hand brought butterflies in my stomach.
I didn't feel sore or ache at all. I wondered why Sam would even ask if I'm not feeling well so he postpone our plans to set off.
But I didn't dwell on it.
When we arrived at the great hall — going to the dinner hall — I furrowed my brows. Sam and I stopped as everyone was present.
From Rufus to Fabian to every maidservant and knights. They were standing in a proper arrangent.
But that wasn't what surprised . What caught my attention was, everyone wore black clothes. It was as if there was a funeral.
"Uh…" I bit my lower lip, confused, as I turned to Sam to seek so answers.
Sam smirked before he slowly gazed down at . "They're here for your funeral, my lady."
Huh?
Again, I blinked my eyes countless of tis. Funeral? For ? Why? I'm alive!
"Have you prepared lunch?" Sam shouted, breaking the utter gloomy silence that filled the mansion's great hall.
Everyone, all at the sa ti, turned their heads in our direction. I saw their eyes lit with life as they all cast their eyes on .
Instinctively, I stepped back and squeezed myself behind Sam.
What's wrong with them?
Sam chuckled as he shook his head. "Are you trying to insult the future duchess by mourning for her while she's alive?"
"My lady, I'm glad you're fine." Fabian approached with his usual smile that reached to his eyes.
"I…" I trailed off, clearing my throat.
"We had been waiting for his lordship and her ladyship to co out since this morning. But since his lordship didn't appear during breakfast and the entire morning, we had assud for the worst. My apologies, my lady. We didn't an to offend you."
Fabian placed his palm on his chest, taking a deep bow as he expressed. I glanced up to Sam, who had his lips stretched into a grin as he winked at .
They were waiting and gone through all this because Sam and I didn't co out until now? I bit my lower lip in embarrassnt.
How could I tell them the reason? That Sam and I were simply… beguiled?
"It relieved us to see that you are fine, my lady. Though, we haven't prepared a al yet as part of our grieving process." Fabian explained.
"Please prepare us a al now, Fabian. For now, serve us tea as my lady and I can wait in the study." Sam suggested, which caught everyone's attention — even mine.
What's this sudden modesty? I'm not the only person surprised, as I glanced at Fabian and everyone. They didn't even attempt to conceal the dismay in their eyes.
"Fret not. I had forgiven you for this, no need to lant." Sam added magnanimously. "Let's go, my lady."
With that, Sam held my hand and escorted away. I glanced back at the people standing in the great hall, casting them an apologetic look for this wild misunderstanding.
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