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Katherine approached, she gave a polite curtsey to the priest as he gave the introductions. He explained to her that Henry and Rolland - The Inn Keeper - were to be their witnesses. She still appeared pale and he could tell that she was struggling to keep herself together. It amused him though that she wasn’t trying to keep from swooning or holding back tears of woe, but instead holding back her temper. He saw the flames in her eyes as she graced him with a quick glance before turning her attention back to the priest.
    “ Shall we proceed?” He pushed as he led the small wedding party towards the sitting area.
    He took Katherine’s hand and placed it on his arm, tucking her into his side in front of the fireplace where the priest opened his bible and started the ceremony. He was pleased that he didn’t need to threaten bodily harm on her to make her cooperate, and when he produced his ring, he felt a triumphant victory as he slid the diamond onto her unstable finger and then tucked her back into his side once again. She leaned heavily into him and he knew that she was using his strength to hold herself up, that was his first duty as her husband and vowed he would not let her crumble to the ground. When they were finally declared man and wife, he turned her to him and brushed his lips against hers ever so delicately as to not scare her into a panic.
    He had rented his small group a private seating area and kept the wine flowing during their wedding dinner. He noted that Katherine was quiet and drinking a tad more than he would have liked her to. When her third glass of wine had run dry, he decided it was a good time to bid the party a good evening and take his bride to where he wanted her most.
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    As Salvador led her up the stairs, she felt her legs starting to shake and her knees turning to jelly. The wine had helped her nerves while at the super table, but now she felt strangely sober as though he had doused her with a cold bucket of water. She was still trying to get over the thought of his first announcement that she was to wed him that evening, more or less register that she was now married and on her way to the marriage bed. She knew that he had done this purposely and swore that she would get even with him. In a way it did make the wedding ceremony easier because she really didn’t have time to fret over it, but it was the mere principle that irked her. She wanted to be involved in decisions that affected her life and Salvador was quickly proving that her decisions were now his.
    He gently nudged her into their room and locked the door behind him. At the click of the lock she suddenly froze. Her present reality was catching up to her, like a tidal wave storming an unsuspecting town. Salvador walked past her and poured them both a shot of whiskey. She saw him looking at her in a calculating manner, probably trying to gage her current state to determine his best plan of attack. So far he had been winning all of the battles and judging by the lustful looks he had been giving her all evening, she was certainly not going to be declared the winner this very night.
    “ Drink this” he said calmly as he handed her the glass of whiskey.
    She didn’t particularly want to accept anything he had to offer her, but knew that the whiskey would certainly help her nerves and was grateful for it.
    He took a long swig of his own drink and placed the glass on the desk before returning his attention back to her. She couldn’t help but blush when she noted the dark lust in his eyes and quickly turned away. She still hadn’t moved from the spot that she stopped at in the middle of the room and felt in a way that if she could just remain in that spot for the remainder of the evening, she would somehow make it through this night. Of course that foolish train of thought was shattered as he slowly started to prowl his way over to her while loosening his cravat. When he reached her, he simply took her by the shoulders and spun her