It was to be hoped that her groom was partial to cherries.
For Avelyn feared she would very much resemble one at their
wedding feast. Too round, too red in the scarlet gown that
was all she could fit into‚Ä¶and perhaps too tart for his
taste? No doubt he longed for a sweet, biddable bride, one
who was tiny and trim as she was trying to appear.
Paen Gerville longed for a lively, well-rounded woman, one
whose plump breast would cushion his head after the lonely,
harsh life of a knight. At first his wife-to-be- promised
no such delights-her form was unbending, her health
apparently fragile as she fainted in his arms after their
first kiss. But one split bridal gown later, her assets
were eye-poppingly apparent and Paen could only grin as he
anticipated the surprises yet to come on his wedding night
with‚Ä¶the perfect wife.