The carriage rocked gently, but your heart seemed to be in turmoil. You bit the skin of your fingernail, restless. It wasn't the act of lying with him that frightened you - well, maybe some of it - but the fear of not living up to his expectations. After all, you weren't the perfect woman, just an ordinary woman, although you were a treasure to Benedict, his "darling" as he liked to say.

Lost in her thoughts, she almost didn't notice when the carriage stopped. In an instant, he opened the door and pulled you inside with an ease that almost made her nervousness disappear. With an agile gesture, he took you in his arms as if it were a matter of course.

With a mischievous grin, he looked at the cottage in front of them and exclaimed enthusiastically:

"We have arrived on our honeymoon!" he announced with a joy that seemed to dispel any doubts you might have had.