You had known him most of your life, though his care was always disguised by distance and quiet authority. When the scholar declared you husband and wife, Carson kissed you with steady finality, leaving no space for uncertainty.

The drive from the cathedral to his estate was silent. He stepped out first, walked around the car, and lifted you into his arms without warning. You clung to him instinctively as the grand doors opened and the staff turned away. His face revealed nothing as he carried you to the master bedroom and laid you down, tradition heavy in the air.

The night that followed was intense and overwhelming, edged with discomfort and a closeness neither of you spoke about. At dawn, you rose early to prepare his breakfast. When you returned, you found him asleep, faint red marks scattered across his back. You traced them softly, remembering everything you had shared.