Chapter 152: The Virgin´s Wedding, Part 8, Two Husbands

CHARLOTTE

Feet up on the settee, I´m reading, engrossed in The Silmarillion.

I love Tolkien...

Rain lashes against the window, all but wiping out the views of the mountains and down to the lake, but the fire´s blazing, my new husband and my Master are both with me, I have a glass of wine to one side and, lost in a good book, does life get any better than this?

I´m in Heaven.

It dawns on me that I´m being watched.

Tilting my book down, I look over the top. In his chair, opposite me, Michael, chin resting his fist, has that look...

Yes, that one...

In the other chair, my Master also regards me, waiting for me to notice.

What are they up to?

“What? What is it?”

As if I need to ask...

They both rise, walk to stand over me. Each offers me a hand. Putting down my book, I take both hands, and they pull me to my feet.

Michael pulls something from his pocket; a long, black silk scarf that he uses as a blindfold. He doesn´t speak but winds his finger around in a circle.