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She woke to find herself naked in his

arms. This was something she could never have fathomed before coming here. She

felt a little dizzy.

It is before the marriage. It is before

the marriage. It is before the marriage.

Those words went round and round in

her head.

Although Matilda was in a minor state

of shock, she raised her head to look at Leandroth sleeping. A ghost of a smile

was on his sleeping face, he looked like a little boy. She gave a wry smile; his

sleeping face was not that of an adult but one of a mischievous child.

Someone who said she was right for

him.

Matilda closed her eyes. The sensation

of someone else’s breathing, their warmth; it made her feel comforted to be

close like this. But would she be able to bear it if she lost this warmth

someday?

Even if she was now being told she was

cute or beautiful, those will fade someday.

When she became a wrinkled old lady,

would he still say such things?

Her thoughts were a jumble. Why was

this not a normal political marriage?

She paused, what was a “normal

political marriage”?

From the start of an arranged political marriage, the couple neither

like nor dislike each other. A union between Houses was based on making progeny

to carry on the family lines. If this was that kind of relationship, she would

not be so troubled.

He told her he desired her.

While that sentiment made her happy,

she logically felt that such feelings will not last forever. Deep in thought,

she moved,

‘Hmmm…Mattie? Is it already morning?’ Leandroth awoke and

asked with a sleep roughened voice. As expected of a person who was raised on a

battlefield. He raised his head and looked out the window; he saw the sky was

still dark.

‘No, it’s still night, please go back

to sleep.’ She said softly.

‘Yes. Goodnight, Mattie.’ He replied

sleepily, he yawned pulled her closer and went back to sleep.

‘Goodnight,’ she said softly. His

breathing had fallen deep and regular.

She could not dismiss the possibility

that he would be bored of her before their marriage ceremony.

It was so warm in his arms, she

thought.

She was not a cute person.

Matilda swallowed a sigh and closed

her eyes. She didn't think she would be able to sleep. But it was more

constructive than keeping her eyes wide open. So she closed them tightly. The

warmth wrapped around her was real.

She tried to hold back tears that

burned at the back of her throat, tightening her fists.

She may like this person.

She was dazed by the realisation.

Matilda closed her eyes tightly.

⚔

She was shaken lightly, opened her

eyes as she stretched and looked up at him. He was in his robe, smiling happily

at her.

‘Morning,’ she replied sleepily. He

gave her a bright smile. He seemed to smile a lot when he looked at her. He

looked happy, like a big dog wagging his tail from being patted. She

subconsciously reached up to stroke his cheek. He closed his eyes and rubbed

his cheek into her palm, almost purring.

A large friendly cat? But she still

felt he was more dog-like.

And that huge dog licked her palm and

laughed. She laughed too, it was ticklish.

She was lightly kissed on her

forehead, nose, cheeks and lips, ‘You can go back to sleep.’ He said softly.

‘I didn't want to wake you up, but I

was lonely getting out of bed without you awake.’ He said smiling at her.

Her heart was being misled, but Matilda

smiled in spite of herself.

‘I also feel lonely when I wake up and

I am alone, so please wake me up.’ She said as she rose out of bed. She held a bedsheet

up to her chest to shield her naked body. Leandroth watched her intently as she

came up to him.

Affection filled his gaze, when she

kissed him on his cheek,

‘Please work hard, please do your

best, if there is anything I can help you with, send for me right away.’ She

said softly because she felt self conscious.

His smile looked a bit soppy. It was

kind of funny.

‘Mattie,’ he called as he pulled her

into a hug. She stood in his arms stiffly.

‘Leann?’ Was something wrong, she wondered?

Leandroth buried his face in the crook of her neck, replied,

Leandroth slowly pulled away from her

and smiled, ‘See you later,’ he said

‘Go ahead.’ She said returning his

smile. Leandroth kissed her.

‘Let’s have lunch together.’ He said

as he kissed her fingers. It was kind of ticklish. Matilda smiled and shrugged.

Matilda asked as her gaze ran over the

food laden table. It was more like a picnic; fruits, fruit infused water, fruit

juice, cakes and bread. Things you can eat with one hand.

‘Maybe perhaps…’ She shut her lips,

perhaps Leandroth ordered this. But…she tilted her head.

They sat near each other at a round

table in her room. They were not dining formally. She reached for the fruit

infused water and said

‘There is so much, it is all a bit

wasteful. Let’s improve tomorrow.’

She sent a prayer to the spirits of

the forest. She wondered if Leandroth had a god he believed in. She picked up a

muffin.

‘Let's eat for now and talk about any

concerns you have later.’ He said and they quietly ate their fruit and sweets.

Leandroth showed Matilda fruits he liked, but to be honest, with the

overwhelming sweets she missed the flavour of savoury food.

She said so to Leandroth, who laughed

out loud, ‘So do I,’

‘Well, why don't you tell this to the

Head of the kitchen staff?’ she asked.

He sighed and said, ‘Depending on how

I say it, someone's neck would fly!’ (Zuben: What a weird bunch of people)

Matilda frowned, that was horrible.

‘It’s hot. It’s cold. I don’t like the

taste. I feel pain…Whenever I say something contrary, someone’s head will be

parted from their body. I didn't notice until it was too late and I am at a

loss at how to get things back in order.’

Leandroth’s expression became bitter

and distant. Matilda’s heart hurt looking at the dark expression on his face.

‘Did you hear anything in your country

about me being a puppet king?’ he asked strangely casually.

Matilda was about

to use a fork to pick a piece of cut apple, but the fruit slipped from her

prongs.

Zuben: Quick edit based on the continuing conversation in the next chapter.