Perhaps he can walk her to her chamber and then make a hasty retreat.
If only that were an option.
“Shall we?” Arisanna asks.
He eyes her warily. “Shall we what?”
“Shall we retire?”
At least no one followed them into the corridor.
“I’m not sure where we’re supposed to go,” he admits in Elvish just in case a wedding guest overhears.
“To your chamber, of course. Unless you don’t want me there...” Her brows come together in a look of uncertainty as she waits for him to do something.
“Wouldn’t you rather sleep in your own bed?” he blurts out.
She opens her mouth and then closes it again before trying once more. “It would be highly unusual for us to part ways on our wedding night.”
He assumed as much. “I meant that it makes more sense for us to go back to your chamber.”
“Oh. I suppose it does. But all your things are in your chamber.”
“Aren’t all your things in yours?”
“I’m honestly not sure. The servants may have moved some of my things to your room and packed up the rest. We are leaving tomorrow.”
“Just pick a place so we can get out of this corridor,” he begs, and she nods.
“Let’s check your room first. It’s closer. And that’s probably where everyone expects us to be.”
With a curt nod, Cerian strides toward his chamber, and she follows. All too soon, they’re alone in his sitting room again.
He watches with raised brows as Arisanna heads straight for his sleeping room. What is she doing? Should he follow her? Or wait out here?
“My traveling clothes for tomorrow are in here,” she calls to him. “Well.”
Well, what? He pokes his head through the door and discovers her holding some sort of sheer gown.
Whistling wind. He should have stayed in the other room.
This Is Totally Normal
Episode 13
WhenArisannaspotsCerianstanding in the doorway, she blushes, and without speaking, he leaves again.
What was that about? And where are her other nightgowns? The solid ones that go all the way to her throat? This can’t be the only sleeping gown the maid left for her, can it? She eyes the wardrobe again, but nothing else magically appears.
Stars above.
Maybe she’ll sleep in her shift.
As if that’s much better.
She quickly returns the lacy fabric to the wardrobe and takes a deep breath.
It’s not a big deal. She’ll figure out something.
