Free Camila Winter by The Heart of Maiden

in the tub with rose water he was carrying, but the view of the castle discourage him. It was a huge site, high on a hill, threatening and unfriendly. Surrounded by a thick forest and farmland, some peasants land carpían bowed them, but she could not take their view that imposing building.
  Inside it was very cold, but the servants were fired stoves and prepared a small feast and a squire friend of her husband began to sing a mischievous story of a nun of Caen. Although at this time silenced him.
    Agnes had insisted on washing and changed the dress and made it in the afternoon, in a large barrel covered with a cloth to avoid injury from splinters. Your body thanked the bathroom because I was tired from riding and legs ached. While dressing room stared curiously. A large bed occupied the central square, and next a kneeler, two chairs and a shelf with jars. Some paintings and tapestries on the wall of the virgin and child.
    He drank mulled wine remembering that moment, it was a scary place as he had thought, just very old. But furniture and servants was very helpful, her husband seemed happy and her eyes smiled into the distance. She blushed at the thought of what would happen next. Just had to let go and accept everything that happened, that his mother had told him. But he had not said more than that. And she would have wanted to know exactly what he meant but I knew I would never have dared to ask. Now that the time had started to feel afraid.
The songs continued until late, binged squires and their voices and laughter could be heard in the distance. But they were no longer in the sun, were in the room and she looked the gentleman with fear, not knowing what to do. He had started to undress and were now in the big bed, but nothing strange happened. I was dizzy and a little scared but I was curious.
      — Agnes, you are so beautiful, 'he said slowly and began kissing her.
  She was stiff, knew the jokes and stories he had heard some of what was the matter and was a little scared, embarrassed. And he was quick to notice, and even burned with desire for his beautiful wife refrained. Does should take what rightfully belonged? Why it felt so cold and booking? Why in his eyes had that fear?
  — Agnes, come here.
    She obeyed and lay down on the bed. He hugged her and sighed, maybe had too much to drink, do not know what the hell was going on. Both had dreamed of this moment and now suddenly she waited in a nod, I really wanted to consummate the marriage, not the meek submission of a wife. Never a woman had given him that way, but neither had been married before ...
  Agnes was relieved, because I was not afraid but very tired, travel, wedding banquet, aching feet and legs. He was just grateful to be able to sleep undisturbed by her husband's passionate kisses.
 
 

CHAPTER 7
    The haunting sound of thunder woke mid — morning. He joined not remember where he was or what had happened the night before. He looked at the big square bed with velvet curtains. Never seen such magnificence as was recorded in the fabric Tourenne shield, the lineage of her husband who was now his. But he was not in his room, and everything was dark. He ran to light a candle as hated that dark and lonely bed in disarray.
    — My Lady is risen, will help her to dress — announced a decisive young skinny with big dark eyes and go fast.
  His name would Annou and his faithful maid.
  This time he saw a powerful lightning startled.
— There is a storm, Madame Comptesse. Come to the help to dress.
    She agreed to be stripped and taken to the tub where he was bathing. As the water flowed through his body wondered if the wine had made him forget the first night of marriage. Would that be possible?
    A thunder shook as she realized that her marriage had not been consummated and that should not have happened, it was not a good sign. Does your shyness and inexperience had disappointed her husband?