Mary stood before the altar with the grim-visaged black-clad lawyer her father had chosen for her and swallowed nervously. She sat silent at his side throughout the wedding breakfast. When the last bawdy joke had been told, he placed her hand in the crook of his arm and led her to the bedchamber.
“Will you trust me?” he asked.
She could only nod mutely.
Much later she lay sated in his arms, shockingly naked save for the silken strands of her hair.
“Oh my goodness,” she said faintly. “Who knew what a lawyer might hide beneath his robes…”