Thread: A beastly wedding

Josephine to your room! Her father shouted as the men pulled him away to bathe. Do not argue with me, please Jojo he is ill and he would not want you sick on your wedding day. Sighing Josephine nodded her head, I understand Papa. Her eyes followed them as they took her fianc upstairs. She ran to her mother and cried on her shoulder. He is hurt and rather out of it, his fever is so high I ... I She cried harder. They heard the thrashing about and the voices of the butler and other servants running and shouting. Josephine tarried in the parlor with her mother until just after the shouting ceased. She dressed for bed silently before one of the maids told her it was safe for her to sit by his side. Smiling she moved through the manor, her hair flowing behind her the curls brushed out and relaxed into waves. Her night dress was thick but set low showing much of her cleavage, what did it matter they were to be married in less than a month and such as state as he was in she hardly thought hed look. Taking up residence next to his bed in the dim lantern light of his room, she bathed his brow constantly with cool water. She left his bedside only to toss the water out the window and refill the basin. She noted the way he moved and every pitch of his voice as he mumbled in his fitful sleep. She nodded as one of the her fathers men told her hed be just outside the door. Josephine wet the rag again her hand moved over his brow spreading the coolness of the rag when a gasp left her lips as he gripped her wrist hard. Oh! She stated her wide green eyes gazed into his blue, his grip hurt her but she understood she wasnt what he saw. She rubbed her wrist when it was released and watched as he touched the locket. Slim fingers wrapped around it, protecting it from its makers scrutiny, Yes, I love it Quizzically she looked at him not understanding why he called it awful. Sentimental value, her future husband had given it to her and she adored it. Then I guess you will have to get me something to replace it if you dont like it. She smiled back at him, realizing hed forgotten her name she sobered a bit. Placing a soft hand upon her breast, she pointed to herself, Josephine. My dear was fine but truly her name was what he would eventually call her by. She watched as he looked away, It is good to see you too Janus. I feared you would never wake up, the way you were thrashing about... you had me very scared. Her tears finally fell, relief more or less that he was awake finally. Wiping her eyes, she stood and moved to the stack of luggage. Your things are here, your clothes were so soiled and you were still so warm they had to strip you for fear youd over heat. She smiled softly and gripped the bowl tossing the contents out the window before refreshing the contents with that of the pitcher. When you are ready and able I will gladly give you the tour of the manor but for now in the bed you must stay. She moved back to his side into the circle of light that came from the small table to his left and sat the basin upon it. Dipping the rag back into it she wrung it out and moved forward to place it on his head, Is there anything else I can get you?