Robert asked in a whisper. It was a short time later and he was holding Elizabeth in his arms. They were snuggled under the bedclothes, comfortably warm and sated. “It was only a pinch.” She said, her fingers trailing playfully over his chest. “Next time ‘twill be better.” He said, kissing her hair. “I know.” She said nonchalantly. She smiled lazily as she gazed up at the paneled canopy over them. “This bed is quite magnificent.” He chuckled a little. “Yes, ‘tis rather grand.” He reached out and grabbed one of the solid, ornately carved oak posts and tried to shake it, demonstrating its sturdiness. “It arrived from London just this past month. ‘Twas a pain in the arse to assemble, but a master of his manor must have a grand bed, do you not think so?” He asked wryly. “Oh, indeed.” She said, smiling, echoing his tone. “And for his lady, as well.” “And for my lady, as well.” He repeated, turning to kiss her lips and then down her neck. “And you are my lady.”
