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new husband was
actually the only man who’d made an impression on her, other than
the Prince of Wales, but she wasn’t going to admit that to him.
    Frederic was most pleased. Their new marriage
was off to a very good start. Just as he was the only man who had
stood out to his new wife, she was the only woman he’d taken note
of. And it wasn’t just because of her delicate beauty, also because
of her manner, her spirit and comportment.
    She had put her hair up this night but
several curls had escaped and were hanging down. He fought the
impulse to lean over and nuzzle that delicate, long white neck.
Instead he brought her fingers to his lips and kissed them one by
one, as the servants removed their soup dishes and brought out the
next course. He reluctantly let go of her hand so she could
eat.
    Frederic was doing his best to create a sense
of intimacy during dinner. He wished the seduction to begin now so
that by the time his bride was brought to his bedroom, making love
to her would not be so awkward.
    Cassandra stopped eating, looked up at her
husband and confessed, “I don’t even know what to call you, my
Lord. He leaned towards his new wife and was pleased when she held
her position and did not retreat at his closeness.
    “I like it ever so much when you call me ‘my
Lord’ and you may also call me ‘Sir’. However when we are alone
together in the privacy of our rooms...” she visibly flinched at
the reference to their private quarters, “you may call me whatever
term of endearment you wish.”
    “I think I should like to call you darling,”
she replied, looking up at him with her soft, doe-like eyes.
    “Yes my dear, that would please me very
much.” Frederic smiled at his wife. She was delicate of frame but
there was a lushness to her. She possessed a sweet curvaceous
figure that stirred his blood. The word that came to mind was
“ripe”. She was ripe for the plucking. The top of her bosoms
spilled out over the low cut neckline of her dress. He wanted to
bury his face in them and rub his cheek against their softness but
he controlled himself, savoring the wait. He would be at them soon
enough.
    He gave a silent curse when the butler
entered the room. The intimate exchange had been so sweet, and he
hadn’t wanted it interrupted. He was carrying dessert though and
Cassandra gasped, it was the top layer of their wedding cake!
    “But how...?” she asked. The butler explained
that her mother had sent it over. It was delicious, like the rest
of the brunch had been. Cassandra was surprised as the discomfort
she felt at the thought of her mother being able to have something
run over to the house just like that. Their trip to her husband’s
homeland could not come quickly enough.
    Frederic suggested that they retire to the
parlor to listen to music. Cassandra was confused, how would they
hear music? Was he going to play an instrument? Instead she was
surprised to see a contraption in the room that her husband called
a graphaphone. Frederic had her sit on the loveseat and explained
how the marvelous contraption worked. Cassandra watched with
fascination as he lowered an arm containing a sharp needle onto a
rotating disc. Music magically entered the room, to her complete
amazement and joy. First the running water and now this? She could
not help but be impressed.
    Frederic seated himself on the loveseat and
put his arm around his wife as the strains of opera filled the
room. Cassandra again became self-conscious and looked down at her
hands. He scooted over nearer to her, almost touching and Cassandra
allowed herself to relax and lean into her husband. When the music
stopped he told her who had sung the song and what the words
meant.
    “The young man is telling his beloved that he
would climb the highest mountain and travel to the ends of the
earth just for the pleasure of her smile.” At this Cassandra turned
and smiled into his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her on the
cheek.
    “We will go to the