The Corset
The room was quiet without him there. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the door he'd left through. Her hands were clenched tightly in her lap, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
She stared down at her hands.
This.
Was good.
This was the best outcome she could hope for.
Even if she was technically married to the prince, she still had her freedom - well. Not counting the 'prison' they both now sat in.
Presumably this building was designed to make the prince and princess bond - not just in a physical consummation sort of manner, but emotionally.
If Sidera had a habit of political marriages, it made sense they'd want to allow some time for the newly wed couple to learn to care for each other.
A short laugh broke the silence.
It was her own. Ragged and raw as if she'd been screaming all day.
But it was hers.
Because...
The idea that she and Donncahd would become close over this week...