Beginnings could be difficult, or they could be easy. Some rose out of heartache, others from triumph. A marriage was an auspicious occasion, and the marriage of a conte even more so. The city of Pont-Elise, deep in Alanic, was bedecked with torches and flowers even as the first snows lay over the streets, the people celebrating in their own way the marriage of their young Conte Lorenzo to his new bride, Madalena. Men, women, and children stood in doorways, leaned out of windows, to wave at the covered carriage as it made its way through the streets from the feasting hall, hoping to catch a glimpse of the young couple within on their way to the villa that waited to welcome them on the outskirts of the city.
Madalena smiled out at them as they passed, almost embarrassed by the attention. "They seem very happy with you."
"As they do with you," Lorenzo replied quietly, smiling and waving to the crowd of well-wishers, more out of necessity than happiness.
The marriage had been arranged when they'd been children and though they'd both been prepared for it, it was still a bit strange to find oneself married to someone they'd always loved like a friend or even a sibling.
She leaned back against the seat, looking over at him with concern in her green eyes. "Are you so very unhappy that we are wed, Lorenzo?" she asked softly. "Would you have preferred to marry another?"
He turned his gaze toward hers, a soft smile on his face as he reached for her hand and gave it a soft pat. "Of course not, mia cara," he assured her. "We have known we would be wed since we were children. There is no one I care for more than you," he assured her. "I only wish to make you happy," he told her further, hoping she had no regrets. There wasn't much that could be done to change the arrangement, even if they wanted to.
She laughed gently, capturing his hand in both her own. "That isn't your job, Lory," she told him in amusement. "You are the great Conte de Pont-Elise; your job is to rule fairly and wisely, and to look after your people. My job is to support you in all things, and make you happy."
Lorenzo couldn't help but chuckle a little at her flattery. "The great?" he echoed, amidst that chuckle. "I do not think I have done anything to have earned such a title just yet, Lena," he told her, giving her hand another pat. "Perhaps in time," he added with an amused smirk.
"At least you need not worry about affairs in your home," she promised. "Nonna raised and taught me everything I need to know to be a good wife to you."
"A good wife and a good contessa," he remarked with a smile, closing his hand around hers in a show of affection. The crowd almost seemed to notice the affection between them, the applause nearly deafening. "You would think they had never seen a married couple before," he teased her, a good-natured gleam in his eyes.
She laughed, glancing through the window of the carriage at the crowd watching them go by. "You would think they had not known this marriage would happen in time," she countered, just as teasing as he. "Your mother is not coming to the villa tonight?"
"No, she thinks a man and his wife should spend their first night of marriage alone," he replied, rolling his eyes a little, as if there was some secret, unspoken joke between the two of them. He would do his duty when the time came, and he had promised to be gentle, but they both knew it would be awkward at best. "At least there will be no bedding ceremony." Of that, he'd made certain.
Madalena couldn't help giggling a little at that. Lorenzo's mother had utterly despised her wedding night, and had not been shy about making sure the entire idea of a bedding ceremony became less and less popular in Pont-Elise ever since. "At least she follows her own advice," she suggested, trying not to laugh any harder as the carriage rattled off cobbles and onto packed dirt.
"Si, well ....She means well," Lorenzo admitted. He believed his mother had his best interests in mind, though she sometimes had a strange way of going about it. And she was fond of Madalena. The situation could always be worse.
"I do like your mother, Lory, very much," Madalena assured him. "If she is a little strict at times, it is only so she can help us along. But I am glad she will not be there to wake us in the morning."
"No, this arrangement is difficult enough without her there to prod us," he agreed. "I promise I will be as considerate as I can," he assured her, not just with regard to the wedding bed, but in all facets of their marriage.
"I will, as well," she promised, smiling a little nervously back at him. "It is not wholly incumbent upon you to do everything, you know. Nonna hired me a Cicilian tutor." She blushed as she shared this.
"It is not so very complicated, Lena," he assured her. He gave her hand another reassuring squeeze, though he assumed the first time was going to be a little painful for her, as well as awkward. But at least, she wasn't going into their marriage without some knowledge of what to expect.
"Have you ..." She made a curious gesture before continuing, "....before" With Donata, maybe? She looked at you as though she wanted to eat you up."
Lorenzo chuckled again. "No," he assured her, though he didn't remark whether there had been anyone else. "Donata is more interested in my title than my heart," he told her.
"Well, as my nurse would say, she is s*** out of luck," Madalena offered then, the coarse language proffered with a cheeky smile, certain in the knowledge that there was no way anyone would expect her to say something like that.
That remark earned her a chortle of laughter. "As mia madre likes to say, 'Her loss is your gain'," he told her, grinning. Whether or not they were in love, there at least seemed to be an easy-going affection and companionship between them.
"But what if she truly loves you, Lory?" Madalena asked. "Do you truly believe she only wanted to be contessa, and not yours?" She was still young enough to believe in true love, even if she never expected it for herself.
"Donata?" Lorenzo said, making an almost rudely derisive noise in response to her statement. "She is the kind of woman who only cares for herself, mia cara. You must know this," he said, having a hard time believing she didn't.
Madalena smiled out at them as they passed, almost embarrassed by the attention. "They seem very happy with you."
"As they do with you," Lorenzo replied quietly, smiling and waving to the crowd of well-wishers, more out of necessity than happiness.
The marriage had been arranged when they'd been children and though they'd both been prepared for it, it was still a bit strange to find oneself married to someone they'd always loved like a friend or even a sibling.
She leaned back against the seat, looking over at him with concern in her green eyes. "Are you so very unhappy that we are wed, Lorenzo?" she asked softly. "Would you have preferred to marry another?"
He turned his gaze toward hers, a soft smile on his face as he reached for her hand and gave it a soft pat. "Of course not, mia cara," he assured her. "We have known we would be wed since we were children. There is no one I care for more than you," he assured her. "I only wish to make you happy," he told her further, hoping she had no regrets. There wasn't much that could be done to change the arrangement, even if they wanted to.
She laughed gently, capturing his hand in both her own. "That isn't your job, Lory," she told him in amusement. "You are the great Conte de Pont-Elise; your job is to rule fairly and wisely, and to look after your people. My job is to support you in all things, and make you happy."
Lorenzo couldn't help but chuckle a little at her flattery. "The great?" he echoed, amidst that chuckle. "I do not think I have done anything to have earned such a title just yet, Lena," he told her, giving her hand another pat. "Perhaps in time," he added with an amused smirk.
"At least you need not worry about affairs in your home," she promised. "Nonna raised and taught me everything I need to know to be a good wife to you."
"A good wife and a good contessa," he remarked with a smile, closing his hand around hers in a show of affection. The crowd almost seemed to notice the affection between them, the applause nearly deafening. "You would think they had never seen a married couple before," he teased her, a good-natured gleam in his eyes.
She laughed, glancing through the window of the carriage at the crowd watching them go by. "You would think they had not known this marriage would happen in time," she countered, just as teasing as he. "Your mother is not coming to the villa tonight?"
"No, she thinks a man and his wife should spend their first night of marriage alone," he replied, rolling his eyes a little, as if there was some secret, unspoken joke between the two of them. He would do his duty when the time came, and he had promised to be gentle, but they both knew it would be awkward at best. "At least there will be no bedding ceremony." Of that, he'd made certain.
Madalena couldn't help giggling a little at that. Lorenzo's mother had utterly despised her wedding night, and had not been shy about making sure the entire idea of a bedding ceremony became less and less popular in Pont-Elise ever since. "At least she follows her own advice," she suggested, trying not to laugh any harder as the carriage rattled off cobbles and onto packed dirt.
"Si, well ....She means well," Lorenzo admitted. He believed his mother had his best interests in mind, though she sometimes had a strange way of going about it. And she was fond of Madalena. The situation could always be worse.
"I do like your mother, Lory, very much," Madalena assured him. "If she is a little strict at times, it is only so she can help us along. But I am glad she will not be there to wake us in the morning."
"No, this arrangement is difficult enough without her there to prod us," he agreed. "I promise I will be as considerate as I can," he assured her, not just with regard to the wedding bed, but in all facets of their marriage.
"I will, as well," she promised, smiling a little nervously back at him. "It is not wholly incumbent upon you to do everything, you know. Nonna hired me a Cicilian tutor." She blushed as she shared this.
"It is not so very complicated, Lena," he assured her. He gave her hand another reassuring squeeze, though he assumed the first time was going to be a little painful for her, as well as awkward. But at least, she wasn't going into their marriage without some knowledge of what to expect.
"Have you ..." She made a curious gesture before continuing, "....before" With Donata, maybe? She looked at you as though she wanted to eat you up."
Lorenzo chuckled again. "No," he assured her, though he didn't remark whether there had been anyone else. "Donata is more interested in my title than my heart," he told her.
"Well, as my nurse would say, she is s*** out of luck," Madalena offered then, the coarse language proffered with a cheeky smile, certain in the knowledge that there was no way anyone would expect her to say something like that.
That remark earned her a chortle of laughter. "As mia madre likes to say, 'Her loss is your gain'," he told her, grinning. Whether or not they were in love, there at least seemed to be an easy-going affection and companionship between them.
"But what if she truly loves you, Lory?" Madalena asked. "Do you truly believe she only wanted to be contessa, and not yours?" She was still young enough to believe in true love, even if she never expected it for herself.
"Donata?" Lorenzo said, making an almost rudely derisive noise in response to her statement. "She is the kind of woman who only cares for herself, mia cara. You must know this," he said, having a hard time believing she didn't.