That was all he had to say? Open the window? Because he was going to let the birds go. Were the lamb and goat next? So they were going to eat what for dinner? Milk and cakes? Is this how he treated all of his “brides?” He started off their “marriage” by starving them?
Rosmerta rolled her eyes and flopped down on the stool, deliberately avoiding the bed. She hadn't been kidding, there was no way he was sticking any part of his body anywhere inside of hers. He was a horrible lech, and bully besides given the way he'd spoken to her during the wedding. The sooner she could explain to him that she'd put in her year, but then they were done, no matter what her parents might think, the better.
But first, he wanted to let the easiest thing to cook for dinner go fluttering off out the window. So fine. But she wasn't getting up to help him with that, she was going to pull all the damn flowers off her person. She was going to start with the garlands, because they were not as light as they looked, and they put out the most scent. It was really beginning to get cloying, in her opinion.
And yet, there he stood, with birds in his hands, looking at her, so instead of reaching for the blossoms, she reached toward the window. But as he'd yet to make any reference to her being divine as well, she decided to give him a hint. Instead of touching the shutters, she waved a hand and by force of will alone caused them to open.
“There you go.” There was a significant pause before she consciously added, “Husband.”