Luckily the witnesses were not staying for the main event of the evening. Head ducked as her ladies and his gentlemen closed the curtains around the poster bed. Then, chuckling and making bawdy jokes, they left to go wait in the adjoining rooms, in case their master and mistress needed anything.
Unsure of what, exactly, to do, Catherine's hands clasped, nervously, and she twisted slightly towards Henry. Should she lie down or lean in to kiss him? Would he prefer a forward wife? Somehow she felt he would rather be the instigator here.