Our first night.
I knew what was to be expected. But would he want someone with experience? I didn't have any.
A maidservant led me to my quarters. A whole wing to myself? How absurd.
My room was furnished lavishly. At least, in comparison to the stone floors and bare bedding I was accustomed to. There was even a fireplace and balcony.
Anne, she said, was her name. She helped me out of the wedding dress and into a nightgown. I stopped her when she reached for the veil. I didn't know how to reply when she apologized.
She appeared flustered with the silence.
She continued to fumble, and apologize profusely. I let out a breath when she finally left. She seemed a nice enough girl, but I was sure the rest of the castle's servants would hear of the awful Lady Sinclair that couldn't answer simple manners.
I took off the veil only when the moon touched the height of the night sky.
Lord Sinclair never came.
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Garden of Starlight
RomanceAn arranged marriage to an infamously tyrannical lord sounds less of an escape and more like another prison sentence to Celestine. For someone that wants very little of life, she'd make well of this new life by doing what she did best: keeping her h...
