It was late at night. The door to the bedroom opened and in came the prince, carrying his bride in his arms after they had spent the last few hours together to exhaustion. Rosalie was evidently tired. He offered to carry her into the castle and up to her bedroom, which he did without exerting too much effort. She was impressed, however, she was more elated as she rested her head against his chest and looked up at him as he walked, the usual sweet smile on his way.
He reached the bed and gently laid her down on it. That would be the end to their night? But that could be changed. Creed walked back to the door and closed it. There was no Esme to stop him from sharing a bed with the woman to love. He could do whatever he wanted now, though he could not go so far as to bring shame to Rosalie.
