Chapter Twenty-Five
Arthur walked hand in hand with his bride down the long and winding stair. It was late morning, nearly afternoon. He’d kept them in bed past breakfast just as he’d warned her. Now, he was eying the dark corner at the end of the hall. But that would have to wait.
The people of the town smiled as they walked by. Men nodded at him. Women giggled and whispered behind their hands. It was as Morgan had feared. Everyone knew what they had been up to. They’d missed dinner and breakfast, after all.
In response, Morgan simply raised an eyebrow as she curled her fingers around his. Good thing, because Arthur was having trouble keeping the lion-wide grin off his face.
No one scolded them for anticipating their vows. As far as he was concerned, they were wedded now. He’d given h
