The days that followed were just like that in a lazy sort of haze as the newlyweds adjusted to one another. Irene didn't hold back, giving her body to Henry whenever he wanted. It always followed with him bringing her wonderful snacks, drinks, and even flowers.
She felt lazy, but at that moment in her life, it was all she needed.
For so many years, she had pushed her body to its limit. But now, being worked and then immediately taken care of was a heaven she was unaccustomed to.
There were a lot of books read, cuddled up to one another. Plenty of paths she hadn't explored for a long while were walked as they slowly moved together, finding ways to fill the day.
Admittedly, Irene wanted to seem as if they weren't spending every moment horizontal in the nest that had been made for them in the guest house, but that was precisely what seemed to happen each time the door was shut behind them. However, being wanted in such a way, the red-haired knight found it so satisfying.
