Sunshine flooded in the room and woke me. I turned to look into his face, calm and serene. He was asleep. I ran my hand through his hair before standing up and looking in the old mirror. My golden hair fell in gentle curls down my back and the white nightgown I wore flowed gently behind me to the wind of the window on the side of the room. I pushed open the wooden shutters and looked out at the scene below. Peasants begging, merchants haggling, and in the distance, at the port, massive and majestic wooden ships sailing.
I thought of all that had passed in the last few days. The wedding, the ball, the gifts, the splendor, the joy, and tried to remember every detail. The see beyond our island sparkled a bright turquoise green against the morning sun.
I heard my name behind me. Turning I saw him sitting up in the bed, smiling at me.
“My love.” He said.
And that was all he needed to say.