It had been a while since no one had helped her dress, and to Ewelina, whose roots in this era had easily gotten used to such a routine was glad to be on her own today.
Loosening the threads on the back of the dress she was to wear, she once again became nude by dismissing the gown.
The tips of her toes entered the garment, feeling immediately the warmth of the thick material that resembled the shade of the gown covering her man once she left their Marital Chambers.
Sliding it so her hips would enter, Ewelina pulled on it happily. Because now her body was not malnourished as it was when leaving the Baron's Lands, but instead... It was soft... Like her husband had told her. And fleshy... So he could dig his fingers in it as strongly and tastefully as he had done.
Plump and desireful... like the fruits born at spring were. Her youth had bloomed that mature essence of a woman.