Elizabeth’s heart was racing when she was left alone in the bedchamber with her new husband. The sound of the merrymakers faded as the new couple eyed each other across the room. How she wished she could read Calum’s thoughts! He smiled slightly, strolling around the chamber, examining trinkets, as if he had never been in the room before.
In truth, there was little in the chamber. The bed occupied most of the space, its wooden posts stretching to the carved ceiling. It was hung with heavy curtains, which were open to reveal the marriage bed. The floor was devoid of so much as a strewing herb. There was a table beside the door, with a small window above it, and a brazier stood near the bed on its tripod, radiating some heat. The rain pattered incessantly on the roof and a cool breeze came
