Och, her head hurt as she thought of the voyage and then landing in a land so foreign to her. No matter, her betrothed’s body garnered her attention as he shucked his clothing unaware of her perusal. He was an excellent example of manhood. Broader of shoulder than most Rom men, taller, and with a rugged handsomeness that pleased her beyond comparison. His muscles rippled and bunched as he moved, strong, powerful. Pah, she was like a love-sick cow. The only sour note was the band of scars across his back. Stark white against his tanned skin, they stood out horribly. It sickened her to think of the pain he endured. He turned and noticed her watching. A cocksure grin creased his face, then concern shone as he approached. “Why are you troubled, my love?” He knelt beside her and pulled her into his arms. She shook her head. “’Twas nothing,” she said softly as she dressed. Doubt in his eyes told her he didn’t believe her.
