Re: Wedding Night
His touch was as soft as any lovers caress though when she looked at him he was too old for that. More that of a father than a lover, albeit much more frightening than a father could ever be. How could he be so soft with her now, when he'd forced her into this against her will? When he'd sat by and watched a young woman be torn from the room, smiling at the sight? When he was a murderer?
The softness itself was nearly more frightening than if he'd just brutally had his way with her. This way she didn't know what to expect.
She wasn't expecting the kiss, it too was too tender, but she stood still, forcing herself not to pull away, suppressing the shudder that went through her. Gods he was so old! When he pulled away, she kept her eyes lowered for a moment before daring to look up at him, still afraid, but confused too, for right now she had no clue what he wanted from her.