“I am not the same,” she agreed. Then she held her hands out to Datharia. “But you are still my trusted servant, Datharia, and I still require your help.”
Datharia walked toward Leola and took her hands. Then she smiled, and a few tears welled up in her eyes. “Oh, Leola. Is it true? What they are saying? That you will… marry the Northern beast king, and give our kingdom to them?”
There was terror in her eyes.
“Datharia,” Leola said. “It is true. But there is much about the Northern kingdom you do not understand, and the king is not a beast.” Her eyes lit up. “I love him,” she said quietly.
Datharia held the back of her hand to Leola’s forehead, as she had done all her life to check for fever.
Leola laughed and swatted the woman’s hand away. “I have no fever, Datharia. It is true, and you shall see that our kingdoms together will be great. But there is no time for these musings. I am to be married today according to our custom, and I require a dress and suitable arrangements.”
Datharia’s eyes went wide. “Why… married today?” Her face took on a sage expression. “I see.”
“What do you see?”
Datharia smiled shyly. “You must be with child. This is why wedding are rushed.”
Leola frowned, and then laughed, clasping the older woman’s hands again. “It is not that,” she said to Datharia. “It is something else.”
Datharia stared at her, and then understanding crept into her eyes and she blushed and looked at her feet.
“Oh, help me, please, Datharia,” Leola said with exasperation. “The king has not… taken my maidenhood, and he will not do so until we are married. So,” she added haughtily, “I wish to be married. Today.”
Datharia stifled a giggle, and then covered her mouth. “As you wish,” she managed to say. “My lady.” She dropped her hand and grinned at the floor.
“He is… a desirable specimen,” Datharia whispered, as they opened a trunk of clothing.
Leola bit her lower lip and said no more.
* * *
The wedding ceremony of a princess, in the Southern kingdom, should have been a great affair, to which all the people were invited. Datharia fretted that the whole kingdom would believe Leola to be with child if they rushed the wedding, and that they would also be disappointed to not attend one of the few feasts that had been celebrated in this land for ages.
“We shall marry quietly, and have another wedding to which they may all come,” Leola said. “There is scarcely a stew to be made in these parts, but all of that will change when we unite our kingdoms.”
And so they convened, Sedrak and his men glowering on one side of the sacred grove, and Ryken and his closest advisors on the other. The lone priest of sacred rituals within the castle walls had to be roused from a stupor, and did not seem to entirely believe he was awake as he prepared the sacred rites.
The Southern ceremony was a simple one, requiring their hands to be bound together with a gold chain and a long poem to be read by the priest. Sedrak did not know what was happening, so Leola had to tell him, laughing, what to do. As the priest read the poem, he looked at her deeply, his gaze burning into her, incinerating her from the inside out.
He was surprised when the ceremony ended. The priest announced to all present, in an ancient dialect that few Southerners still understood, that they were man and wife in the eyes of the Southern gods, and that their kingdoms would be united by the fruit of their union.
Leola translated quietly, and blushed when Sedrak squeezed her hands tightly. They stood there, hands bound by the gold chain, until the priest walked by, rubbing his eyes. “The gods have bound you, highnesses. You needn’t stand there until the end times with your hands tied together.”
This made everyone laugh, even Ryken, who approached Sedrak nervously and bowed very slightly. “Our kingdoms are now united,” he said gruffly. “Your chambers have been prepared, the best we can offer on such short notice. You are welcome here as long as you wish to stay.”
“Come,” Leola said, pulling Sedrak along by the hand. “I am quite tired, and I wish to retire.”
* * *
“Tell me, my love,” Sedrak said, as Leola led him to the chambers Ryken had prepared for them. “What reason did your uncle give you for wanting the ceremony this very day?”
Leola stopped before a door and turned to her new husband. Even though they had spent so much time together, she was still taken aback by his size as he moved close to her in the corridor.
“This is the door,” she said quietly. “It is a tradition that you must carry me over the threshold.”
Sedrak stepped toward her and touched her cheek. He trailed his finger from her cheek to her neck, then followed the collar of the dress Datharia had chosen. It dipped low on her chest, so his fingertip ran over the curve of her breast. She shivered.
“You still have not answered my question,” Sedrak growled. His voice was stern, but there was a playful smile on his lips. He slipped a finger beneath her bodice and ran it over her right nipple. Leola sucked in her breath.
