How did I ever get myself into this? Mind you, I love it. I love waking up under warm, comfy furs. Of course, I do miss my soft silken sheets sometimes. But its more waking up knowing that right next to me is someone that loves me unconditionally.

Up until a year ago I had everything I could ever want at my finger-tips since the day I was born…But nothing in the world compares to this. And I know that in a few hours I’ll have to get up and begin yet another hard, tiring day as a peasant’s wife. But it could be ten times harder and I wouldn’t care so long as I can live out the rest of my days as his wife, loving him and no one else.
And now lying awake knowing he’s there beside me among the white furs, my head on his chest, hair torn from its bun from our recent lovemaking, I couldn’t be more happy.
I feel his chest rise and fall with each breath and realize…he’s not asleep.
“You’re awake?” I ask quietly, waiting for his response.

“Yeah.” he sighs, rubbing the side of my arm gently. He sits up unexpectedly causing me to have to move my head to a fur pillow that isn’t nearly a comfortable as his soft skin.
“What’s wrong?” I question worriedly. He says nothing but turns on his side, props himself up on his elbow and looks down at me. My people believe that I should be disgusted with his tan skin, but my love for his smooth skin is so deliciously sinful. At the age of twenty he looks eighteen. His hair is about shoulder length and it falls around his face, making his eyes hooded. His shoulders are broad and his chest muscular. I can’t keep myself from shivering. To this day he sends shivers up and down my spine. He sees this and smiles his gentle, knowing smile, which causes another wave of shivers.
He speaks and I’m back in reality. “Nothing. Just wondering if you’re okay.” I raise a brow and he glances toward my abdomen.
I chuckle a little knowing now what he’s speaking of. “I’m only two months along.” I say smiling at his sweet face and he nods his head.

“I just thought you might be tired… sick?” Oh so that’s what he getting at.
“Since when have I been like other women?”

He shakes his head, smiles and leans in to kiss me. Never, is his only answer in a whisper in my ear, his warm breath causing my body to react in the most intimate of ways. His kiss is permanent, his kiss is real. I’ve lost myself.

How did I get myself into this?…I don’t know and I couldn’t care less…I love this and I love him…