Corina placed her hand over her chest to catch her breath. She had managed to make it undetected to the duke's chambers, which she felt thankful for. Not that anyone would stop her, but she was sure a knight or nobleman would have questions if they saw the bride wheeling the entire cake down the hall.
Corina stood close to the cake. Corina's mouth hung open as she delicately touched one of the decorative birds. "You're mine. You belong to me. What shall I do to you now that I have you in my clutches?" She whispered awkwardly to the cake as she plucked one of the birds off.