cheeks quickly tinted red. there was no doubt he had inherited his father’s shyness in carnal matters. unlike he, however, joseph would not wait seven years to initiate them.
the young man breathed in sharply as he glanced up to find amalia had allowed her long legs to part, nightgown riding up to expose more of her thighs. it was instinct to preserve her modesty that turned his gaze away, though he certainly enjoyed the sight – he could feel his stomach twist in some strange, unfamiliar way. a moment of recomposure, then he breathed : ❝—- amalia. ❞ the name rolled awkwardly, like a marble, in his mouth, even seeming to click against the back of his canines like one. he had seldom referred to her, && even then had typically called her his cousin or his fiancée.
❝—- very well, ❞ he nodded, forcing himself to look back to her but remain on her countenance. ❝—- but only if you will call me joseph. ❞ hands extended to take his bride’s own, pulling them to rest against the soft blankets between their laps. ❝—- may i kiss you ? ❞ a silly question, the dauphin was sure, in some people’s eyes. after all, he had every intention to have sex with amalia before morning. still, he thought it was only proper to get permission before he did anything.
