It had finally arrived, the day before Carina and Ulrich’s wedding. Carina and Joan sat before the warm hearth in Carina’s cottage, braiding hair wreaths of wildflower and ivy before preparing for a supper with friends and courtiers.
Carina wanted to enjoy these last moments with Joan, her dearest friend, and enjoy this final day in her cottage. As of tomorrow night, she’d call the castle her home, and the notion felt bittersweet. She’d loved the independence of living in this cottage on her own while her father traveled, but she also looked forward to sharing her life with Ulrich. However, since Carina’s father, Reece, was not due back to Camelot for over a year, Carina decided to rent out the home. Still, moving felt odd.
But she was
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In the end, the king insisted he wanted to at least provide use of the Council Chamber and have his kitchen staff to prepare and serve the food. The king emphasized he was forever indebted to Ulrich, and this small favor was the least he could do. Finally, after much cajoling, Carina and Ulrich agreed.
“Joan, I know you have everything under control. I’m not worried.” Carina sat back and stretched. “Instead, let’s talk about more pressing matter, such as how I should handle the marriage bed tonight.”
“Oh, again? We’ve gone over all this?”
With a slight smirk, Carina asked, “Then how will once more hurt?”
“Fine,” said Joan with an exaggerated sigh, pausing from her weaving work. “You have two choices tomorrow night – you can go slowly and get used to your new husband’s… invasion –”
Carina, unable to suppress a laugh, said, “Invasion! He’ll love that. Go on…”
“– Or, you can let him inside you all at once. But either way, there will be discomfort. I recall it stung and burned.” Joan started weaving holly again. “A lot. But just at first.”
This was the reason why Carina felt the need to hear the story of losing one’s virginity over and over again – she was nervous. While she and Ulrich had engaged in every sexual act short of penetrative sex, this final act, the one where he was inside of her, made her tense. What if it hurt so much she cried? What if she bled a lot, or didn’t bleed at all and people thought she’d been with
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She starts to walk on the path of getting to work. Barely awake and aware of her surroundings. As she continues to head to work she starts immediately regretting her life and choices. She hears the sounds of the street and the workers working. She sees the people that were at her wedding. They were exhausted and lacked tons of enthusiasm. They were all drained and out of spirit. She even noticed little Stanislovas who was ill from his act of overeating sausages and sarsaparilla. He is standing at his lard machine, rocking unsteadily, and slightly closing his
The inn keeper's parlor was the best in town, they told her. His wife was wearing a heavy dress, adorned with lace and a massive broach that she raised a plump hand to touch, as if to be certain it was still there. They spoke of the massive rug, bought from Paris, and the finely crafted furniture they all sat upon. The preacher listened quietly, smiling as though their vanity wasn't a sin, while Mrs. Hartford eyed the dress with longing. Della thought that the dress was tasteless. The lace was poorly made, and the line of the bodice wasn't flattering. The fabric was an odd shade between blue and green, and the woman inside it was far less appealing. She didn't bother to mention that her own parlor had been filled with crystal, and priceless art her father had collected around the world. She didn't mention that her toys had cost more than Mrs. Johnson's gowns, or that she was mispronouncing the tea they'd been served. Not to be kind, not to be deceptive, but because did not matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. She'd given up that life to marry Ben, given up her family, given up her home and her gowns and her education.
She then cringed as she conjured up the image of Samuel and the expression on his face when she had told him she was marrying someone else. The hurt in his eyes had burned a hole in her heart that remained to this day. She quivered all over, not from the nasty cold, but as a reaction to her thoughts as they drifted back to that ghastly day and to the moment she realized she was pregnant with Owen’s baby: the day her life ceased to exist as she had known it.
This morning I completed all my duties of the castle, before having Dorota arrange a set of clothing for me. She tied the golden ribbon of my beautiful, sanguine, wool dress so that it hugged my waist, just tight enough. As she left the room, I brushed out my long brunette curls, admiring my gown in the mirror, and placing my favorite headdress atop my freshly groomed locks. Lastly, Dorota fastened the locket my mother gave me as a child round my neck. I strolled down our grand staircase to the main room of the castle to bid my mother a farewell for the remainder of the day.
Joan reached down and touched herself as he thrust, moaning and calling out to Perceval with excitement.
“And what should we discuss? Which lady in here my husband is bedding?” Ann chirped.
“You need rest. You’re drunk and you’ll be sore in the morning” Joseph said, sliding his hands away and helping Paul up. “I can sleep on the couch, it’s fine” Paul protested but Joseph shook his head “There’s no way I’m letting you sleep on that thing. I don’t have a guest room, so you’ll have to settle with sharing my bed tonight.” Joseph said, not giving Paul any time for a rebuttal, leading him up the stairs and to the bedroom.
“I guess we will need a bed,” she commented “we can 't expect anything from her.” She mumbled under her breath.
“All right,” said Percival, “lean back against the pillows and put your hands in your lap. I’ll put the babies in our arms.”
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“I came to tell you all is fine,” she said with a calming smile while pushing away Percival’s hands. “But unfortunately, you cannot come in yet.”
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