The Prince of Ithilien carried his Princess across the threshold of their bedchamber -
bedchamber, he realised blissfully - and laid her upon the pristine white sheets of their exquisitely prepared marital bed, stepping back for a moment to gaze at her glowing (and was that a hint of shyness he saw in his brave, bold shieldmaiden from the North?) visage, and the way her lovely fair body, draped in white stain adorned with lace and tailored to display curves in her body that her riding breeches would never show, sprawled across the sheets, melding into their silky softness, her flowing golden tresses released from their constricting braids spilling onto the pillows and he was suddenly forced to wonder, thanks to a strange queasiness in his stomach, whether he might not have had one too many pieces of their vanilla, pineapple and treacle wedding cake.
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