standing behind the screen door waits your husband. You were chosen to be the bride for the God of the Night and fortune by your people. Here you were, dressed and ready for him for tonight

as he entered the room and slid the door closed he looked down at you "Please..don't be afraid" his voice was soft and tender almost "as my wife..it is-..customary for newly weds to-" he felt almost embarrassed, he's done thing before and yet he always felt nervous about wedding nights