Orb's Year 925
Gwen had only married Dresden Consul for the security that he would bring her. She knew she had to marry to get out of her father's house and who better to marry than an old friend?
She knew that theirs was not a marriage of great passion, but one of respect and friendship.
Kissing him passionately, she moaned, "You have been gone too long, my prince!"
Geoffrey kissed the tip of her nose sweetly and replied, "Do not worry, ma petite. I will be back as soon as I can manage!"
Gwen cringed. "Now, now. Let us not be so harsh!"
Evelyn turned to Gwen and a tear slipped down her cheek. "Oh what do you know! You're married and in love!" she accused. Jumping up, Evelyn ran to the bathroom and slammed the door.
Angus sighed. "I suppose you're right. She acts like being married to me will be a death sentence!" he railed.
Gwen stroked his arm in comfort.
Dresden glanced around. "Where's Evelyn?" he asked, confused.
Angus jerked his head towards the bathroom. "She's chosen to eat in there tonight!"
"Really?!" Dresden asked. "Why in the world?"
Gwen patted Dresden's hand. "It's a womanly matter. She'll be out as soon as she's ready to leave, I suspect. Until then, let us enjoy our dinner!"
And if her foot or her leg happened to cross over and touch Angus, it was completely on accident! Gwen hid her smile every time Angus jerked upright and glanced over at her.
Orb's Year 926
But, she still melted when he came near.
"Not out here," Prince Geoffrey said, disentangling himself from her arms. "Inside."
Gwen shrugged. "No. Will you do right by me if it's yours?" she asked.
Geoffrey shrugged. "I am a prince and married to a princess of the realm. I cannot acknowledge any bastards. Pray you do not get a brown-eyed baby that you cannot pass off as your husband's."
Gwen nodded her understanding as Geoffrey's hand stroked her hair. "Perhaps there are more entertaining things to talk about?" he asked, clearly ready to move on from pregnancy talk.
A look of confusion washed over Dresden's face. "Did...?" he began...
"Wonderful!" Dresden said, lighting up.
Gwen busied herself with dinner preparations while Dresden droned on and on about his intelligence work.
Smiling to herself, she secretly thought that someone that was so unobservant should not be the head intelligence gatherer. Dresden was absolutely clueless!
Orb's Year 927
"Of course. We're family now, after all!" Angus Laird said, secretly pleased to see Gwen again.
Angus hesitated and then patted her shoulder and took his leave. Gwen sighed, thinking she had pushed too fast. He knew that she would be open for a tryst & it would be up to him to make the next move.
"Who else would it be, wife?" he teased as he tapped the tip of her nose.
Gwen smiled. "No one, of course."
Orb's Year 928
"Would you like the last piece of bread?" he would ask politely; "Do you mind if I read by candlelight for awhile?" he would ask as they lay in bed. Or even worse, "Would you care to make love tonight?".
Sometimes she wished he would just show some sort of emotion other than being polite!