Tomorrow, maybe a different story.
The light shifted in the room as Ornella finished her glass of water, the pianist began to play soft and gentle tones on his
keys. The harpist joined in, plucking delicately at her strings as a sweet tune echoed throughout the room.
The candlelight glowed beautifully against Ornella’s olive skin. My hand found hers and I pulled her towards the dance
space, smiling down at her with each step. Already our guests were standing around the space, waiting for us to take our first
waltz as husband and wife. She looked more radiant than I could have imagined, even with the noticeable amount of wine in
her system. Her cheeks flushed as she raised her eyes to mine.
Taking her by the waist, I pulled her in close and could feel the heat rising between us. She sighed tenderly, licking her lips
as I pulled her into my arms. We took our first steps, slowly at first, allowing us to enjoy this moment.
My mother always insisted I learnt how to dance. Always stating that the heir should be able to waltz the ladies across the
floor, gliding them as if they were flying. Had she known the woman I’d dance with on my wedding night would be the girl I
saw crying in the forest, she’d probably laugh and roll her eyes at me. Reminding me that I always did get what I set my eyes
upon, and Ornella was just that.
Twirling her in a circle and then back into my arms, she let me lead her into every movement gracefully. We’d danced
before but nothing compared to this. All those dances we had in the lilac meadows were just practice. Now, here was the real
thing. It was just us. She was and always would be my dance partner, for the rest of my days.
I would only ever dance with her.
“Are you happy, husband?” she asked, looking up at me under hooded lashes.
“I am as happy as a king is allowed to be.”
I smiled back at her, spinning her outwards and then twilling her back in towards me, being careful not to tangle ourselves
in the vow string. Both her hands grasped mine as we turned together. Before placing my hand back on her lower back, I raised
her free hand to my lips, kissing her knuckles tenderly .
“I will be even happier when we can get back to our bedroom,” I whispered against her skin.
She laughed as I pulled her in once more and placed a small, light kiss on her lips. I didn’t mind that my entire court saw
the affection I gave my wife. At that moment I only saw her.
“Then we will head to that room shortly.”
Winking at me, she pecked a sweet tender kiss on my lips as we finished off our dance.With the happiness and the applause
of our guests, we were then able to retire to our marital bed where we bathed together and explored our bodies even more.
By the end of the night, we sat on the balcony enjoying the warm spring weather, feeding each other deserts, feeling each
other’s skin any chance we could, and talking about anything and everything.
