The door opened and I winced. I was not ready to et anyone yet. Also, I wanted Marilyn by my side for when it happened.
To my surprise, the person who entered the room was Anna.
"May I co in, your highness?" She asked, bowing slightly.
I nodded.
"Co in, Miss Anna." Irene said for .
It was then I realized that Anna was looking at the floor so she would have not seen my movent. Although I was sure that she could sense it.
She ca in to stand in between and the dressing table. Keeping a close and observant eye on , she nodded at Irene.
"She has dressed you well. You look very beautiful, your highness." She smiled a little. "Like a mated female."
A complint. I could not tell the last ti I received one from her even after she was the one who had dressed when I lived in the north.
It made smile a little. "Thank you, Anna."
She bowed in gratitude. "Are you ready for visitors?"
"Not at the mont, no." relyn appeared at the door like she had been there for soti. "I will tell you when we are ready for the first visit with Chiara and Camille."
"I understand and I shall tell them as such." Anna said.
It seed threatening to . Like the people that and I were going to answer to were not going to like the answer, and Anna was warning Marilyn that it was on her.
"I will et so people today. Just not at the mont." I announced before I recognised the feeling. "I am hungry at the mont too, so.."
"Ah."
"Yes, of course!"
"Very, very natural to happen—"
All three of them burst into movents of different kinds and in different directions. Ina and I reinvent out, and Marilyn disappeared into the corner of the room where she brought an Apple.
"I am more hungry for just an Apple." I tell sheepishly, making her laugh.
"Yes, I um," she rubbed her neck, "I may have forgotten what hunger looks like."
I stared at her, surprised that she had actually forgotten hunger before laughing at her. Of course, she had.
Irene returned with Nandia behind. Hari carried the tree of my food. She had given a simple and lightly spicy food which I was grateful for.
It was so porridge with chicken and at in it with so writer. It seed that delicious.
I was left alone to eat only with Marilyn. "Would you like to have a bite?"
She chuckled at my teasing. "No, thank you. Without sothing to please my appetite on air, I might not be able to get it down from my throat."
Oh, yes. The blood was necessary for them.
Now that I was left alone with my long-ti friend, I had questions to ask her and this might be the ti where she would.
Dipping the bread in the broad, I took the first bite and savored the taste. It was simply Heaven.
I had finished off my breath by dipping it in the broth, and Marilyn placed another one in front of .
Realizing that I was now alone with my friend, and it was the perfect ti to ask her questions, I shot my first one. "So,what happens next?"
She appeared a little surprised before glancing at my neck in a questioning manner. I nodded. I was talking about what happened after I was marked.
"Oh, um, it’s just nature taking its course. When you feel ready to mate, it will happen. There is no force implied on you in any way, just when you feel..." she shrugged, "it will happen. That’s all I can say. Maybe Camille would be able to tell you more, she explained it very well."
Camille then. Wait—
"By mate you an," I gulped, "b-bed him?"
She smiled sneakily and nodded. "It is very pleasurable." She emphasized ’very’ and I was sure that my entire face was red.
"Stop it." I hissed, deciding to focus on my food instead.
So, nature took its course was what the next step was what happened on the wedding night. "But would you not need to be married for that?"
My entire life, I was told that the first step towards any relationship was the permission of my father. After which, it was going to be seeking permission from God. Only when the union was blessed, we would be married and freely allowed to touch each other behind closed doors. I did not know anything else and did not see anything else.
Marriage was a necessity, and I could not imagine touching a man in an intimate away without it.
"Well, it is different for these people. Basically, mark is like marriage because the eting follows right after it. But for humans it is different. So a courting period of sortd begins in between the two stages. You can get married if you want no one objects to it if it is really what you want to happen."
I narrowed my eyes on her. "And you got married to Allen."
"I did, yes." She looked down shyly. "I got married to him before allowing him to mark or mate ."
Nodding to her, I placed a spoonful of the soup, that was now only mildly hot in my mouth.
A lot of events were going to happen and my mind could barely focus on one thing. The most prominent thought in my mind was of Tristan. Where was he and why had he not co to yet? Had he not been waiting for in the room, waiting for to wake up?
I also had to pick up another matter with him which was why had he not given his blood as soon as possible. He had done that the previous two tis, so did I not deserve to wake up as soon as possible? It seed rather illogical of him to keep in an unconscious state with a bleeding neck.
Looking at the now empty bowl of soup and the plate next to it, I decided to move on to the next event that I had control over.
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