*Horace*
A few minutes later, I lower myself into the tub. The water feels like a caress, causing my body to stiffen again. Still, the swiftness with which I lost control is seeping into my brain, and not in a happy way. It is unacceptable. I am usually more in control of myself.
I can’t blaze up like brandy put to flame: I have a responsibility to Rapunzel. It is more than a responsibility with regard to consummation of our marriage. I have a distinct sense that a couple’s first night together determines the pattern of their marital relations for years to come.
Having inherited my pack and title at an early age, I long ago learned to plan out, and rehearse, any new action. A young boy tasked with leading a household can practice what needs to be said in the privacy of his bathing chamb
