Chapter SevenNikōs climbed out of bed and pulled back the painted curtains so that the sunshine could stream into the room.
There were two windows when the curtains were drawn back with one looking over the woods and one over the valley.
Thea saw him silhouetted against the morning sky and she thought that no one could be more attractive and no man more masculine.
“Do you realise, darling,” she asked in a soft voice, “that we have now been married for four days?”
“I am not certain,” Nikōs replied, “whether it feels like four centuries or four hours!”
He was teasing her and she laughed.
Then he came back to look at her with her red hair falling in cascades over her shoulders and the painted butterflies behind her seemed part of her green eyes.
“I wonder if you realise how lovely you
