Chapter 6

"I'll hold you to that, lady. Remember, no quarter."
She grinned. "Now off with ye, and go dress for the day. I'll be in the antechamber with my maid, dressing, so be sure not to open the door."
He made a mock army salute and said "Sir, yes sir!" she chuckled and went into her antechamber, barring the door behind her. He chuckled himself. She was shy and innocent despite her outspokeness. She would make a magnificent wife.
She came out, wering an orange gown, shot with gold thread, her hair plaited in a long french braid, with orange and gold ribbons. The usual chain was gold, but it had a diamond in it's center. He shook his head. He loved the way medieval women dressed.
Her golden gaze raked over his splendidly dressed form. He was clad in black breaches, knee-high boots, and a dark green tunic over a white linen shirt made his eyes look aqua instead of blue. He looked so utterly handsome. She went to stand before him and kissed him right on the lips. His arms went about her, and he deepened the kiss and tried to stick his tongue into her mouth again. This time, she didn't recoil, but to his surprise, she placed her own tongue into his mouth, fencing with his. He was lost in the sweetness that was his wife to be. When he gently pulled back, he saw her eyes were filled with tears. "What's the matter baby?" he asked gently.
"What if you are sent back to your own time and you leave me?"
"Shhh, babe. I'll never leave you, not as long as I live."
"Alright, my own love. I really must be going to the church, and to the village, but I'll be back soon."
"Bye for now, honey."
She walked out the door toward the church.


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