This chapter contains implied intimacy.
The head butler led them into the manor, his steps silent on the polished marble floors. As they walked, Daphne took in the grand interior, a magnificent staircase with a gilded banister curved upwards, and ancient portraits of Alaric's ancestors looked down from the walls.
They ascended the stairs and were led to a set of large, carved double doors. The butler opened them, revealing a bedchamber that was more of a private sanctuary than a room.
A huge, canopied bed stood in the center, and a fire crackled softly in the hearth. A team of maids waited inside.
"Your Highnesses, your chambers," the butler announced.
Alaric nodded. "You may all leave," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "My wife and I will not be disturbed."
The staff bowed and left, and the doors clicked shut behind them. For the first time since their wedding began, they were completely alone.
