The Invitation

Kaizan was… aghast. "For a warrior girl, pink is a funny shade to choose for every upholstery in her room!" The bed linen, the sheets, curtains, rugs, gauzy canopy over the bed and even the blankets—all were pink. 

Olivia giggled. "Yes, I love this color. So what?" He had scooped her in his arms in the main hall, disregarding every stare from the servants or the relatives and carried her all the way to her bedchamber. Although she had blushed and heard several of them chittering and gasping, she didn't protest one bit. She loved how he adulated her. 

Kaizan just sighed. He walked to her bed and set her on her feet. "You need a shower and a lot of rest, Olivia!" he said. 

"You too," she said, tipping her chin up. 

He raised an eyebrow and stared into her eyes. "What are you suggesting, wife?" 

She traced the outline of his face with her finger, softly, and said, "That you take a bath with me, husband."