"Tristan, what's wrong?" She asks him cluelessly. "Are you sick?"
"I am sick, I think." Tristan swallows down. Her scent is making it worse. "Ari, I... can't hold myself back. I am going to turn you into a woman before I leave."
"Tristan." She cups his face and looks into his eclectic blue eyes. "Aren't I already your woman?"
Married women belong to their husbands. That's what her mother taught her.
"Yes, you are." Her white dress falls away with a pull of a ribbon, revealing her smooth and glowing porcelain skin. The royal maids have done well. Ari blushes and covers her perfect shaped mounds with her arms.
"Tristan, what are you doing?" She asks nervously. Her beauty takes his breath away.
"Making you a woman," He tells her seriously. She's truly the most beautiful girl in their country. He is driven madly by carnal desires to make her belong to him as soon as possible.
Ari widens her eyes in shock when she sees the ugly thing between his legs. "Tristan, what is that... "
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