The forced marriage

Who?

The aftermath of the fire was a blur for Eleanor . She remembered being carried to safety, wrapped in blankets and tended to by concerned servants. But mostly, she remembered Godric's arm around her, his strong hands holding her close as he stumbled through the darkness. It wasn't until they were both safely out of harms way she realised something was off. "Godric," she whispered, looking up at him with fear in her eyes. "Who was that? The one who-" but before she could finish, Godric shook his head violently. "Don't say it," he pleaded. "Please, don't say it." And with that, he pressed his lips against hers once more, this time with such fierce determination that Eleanor knew something terrible had happened. Something that would change their lives forever.