They sat in the carriage across from each other, and Garvet seemed far too excited for them to reach his home. He leaned forward and rested his hand on her thigh. "We're almost there."
"I cannot wait to see your home. I hear that it is lovely this time of year." Ray'ven inwardly cringed as the wrinkled hand rose a bit too far to be comfortable, but she had to force herself to remain still. She could not help the anxiety that had built up in her chest through the entirety of the ride to Garvet's home.
Of course, she had known now that she was promised to the man, but now that she was actually married to him, moving into his home, forced to bed him, did she regret not protesting the match more before. She did not want her first time with a man to be with someone like Garvet.