In the sanitation closet, she stared in the mirror. She’d always been pale, but today she’d exceeded her personal worst. He was being kind. And patient. He hadn’t jumped on her the minute they were alone. And the kiss had been nice.
She sank down on the toilet seat. If only they could take some time and get to know each other. If she weren’t caught in the toils of his customs, Halle might have found Emperian culture interesting. It was pseudo-feudal, in structure and practice. For instance, for the marriage to be legal, consummation had to occur within twelve hours of the binding ceremony. Apparently in the old days, when someone of Lord Keil’s rank married, the consummation was observed by trusted advisors. Hello screaming hysterics on that one. Thank goodness for scientific advancement.
