Rionna shook herself from her thoughts and then nodded. Maddie briskly fetched a wooden bucket from the window and then motioned for Rionna to sit forward in the tub. As Rionna sat up, Maddie’s eyes widened.
“Well now, where have you been hiding those?”
Rionna looked down and flushed as she became aware that Maddie was staring at her exposed br**sts. They bobbed in the water and Rionna laid her arm across her chest to push them down.
“I’m cursed,” Rionna muttered.
“Oh, Lordie, no you’re not cursed. Lasses would kill to have a shape like that. Does your husband know what he’s got?”
Rionna scowled.
Maddie let out a chuckle. “I’ll take that as a no. Oh my but is he in for a surprise.”
“He won’t be seeing them for a while if I have my way.”
Maddie hooted again and then poured a bucket of water over Rionna’s head. “Surely you aren’t going to hide them forever.”
“Nay. Not forever.”
“You think he’s not going to want a peek at your treasures when he beds you?”
Rionna frowned. “How do you know …”
Maddie made a tsking sound. “Oh come now, lass. You were as drunk as an old warrior put out to pasture and there was no stain on your bed. Unless you’re going to tell me you weren’t a maiden.”
Another flush crawled over Rionna’s face. Maddie was as forward as they came, and Rionna wasn’t used to the counsel of other women. It made her distinctly uncomfortable.
“There’ll be plenty of time to warm your husband’s bed,” Maddie advised. “Until then you need to give him a taste of what he’s missing so far. The lad’s tongue will be hanging out his mouth if you show those br**sts to their best advantage.”
Rionna shook her head. “ ’Tis not my husband’s reaction I’m concerned with.”
“Think you Caelen would allow another man to get near his wife? Come now, lass. You may have worried before about untoward advances, but if a woman can’t look her finest at her own wedding celebration, then when can she? A man would be a fool to approach you with your new husband there beside you.”
“What do you have in mind?” Rionna asked warily.
Maddie shot her a smug smile as she began rinsing away the soap. “You leave that to me. I think I have just the thing.”
Caelen was growing more irritated by the minute. The king had already sat down to break his fast and yet they still awaited Rionna’s presence. Even Mairin, who was still weak from childbirth and nursing a babe, was seated at her husband’s side, waiting for the meal and the talks to commence afterward.
He was about to go drag her down the stairs himself when a hush fell over the room. Indeed, the silence was so pronounced that unease prickled over his nape.
When he saw all attention focused on the entrance to the hall, he turned to follow the stares. His first reaction was one of aggravation, given that she’d made them wait so long. But then he took in her appearance, and he was puzzled by what was different.
He was slower to catch on than those around him, maybe because he was more focused on the fact that she was late. But realization, when it hit him, made his mouth drop open. He snapped it shut and glanced hastily around to make sure no one had caught his reaction.
Then he jerked his gaze back to his wife.
There had never been a doubt that she was a comely woman. She had eyes of an unusual shade. Amber and golden. Much like her hair. Not red or even auburn, but not exactly blond either. Depending on which way the sun hit her, the locks were golden, sometimes russet, lighter and darker. A fascinating blend of the sky at sunset.
Aye, she could even be considered beautiful, if she weren’t always dressed as a man with dirt on her face and hands.
But now …
Jesus wept. The woman had br**sts. Who knew? He swallowed back the instant knot in his throat. He wouldn’t be expected to have such a reaction. By all accounts, he should have discovered this most interesting detail last night. When he was supposed to have bedded his new bride.
Where the hell had she hidden such a bounty of femininity?
And furthermore, why?
She was attired in a fine gown, one that seemed familiar to him. He glanced in Mairin’s direction, realizing that it had been made for her. On Mairin it had been handsome enough, but on Rionna it was spectacular.
Rionna looked … dainty. Not a word that would have ever come to mind before. Fragile and feminine. Her hair was swept up atop her head, and strands slid down her neck like little sips of sunshine.
She also looked extremely uncertain.
He arched an eyebrow at his little warrior as fear crowded into her eyes. He would have thought she’d cut her own throat before allowing anyone to see her fear.
But now, twice in less than a day, he’d seen fear and vulnerability in his bride’s eyes and it made him want to do daft things.
Like lie beside her all night because he worried he’d frighten her more if he bedded her.
He almost snorted. Of all the stupid things, that was probably the most. If his men knew of his sudden patience, they’d laugh him out of the keep.
Which was why he had to pretend he’d already seen the feast of feminine flesh that his wife now had on display.
He scowled at the ogling men and then stepped forward to assist his wife into her seat. He was still scowling when he greeted her, which was likely why tight lines appeared around her eyes and mouth.
He meant to tell her that she looked nice and he wholeheartedly approved of the change. What came out, however, was not what he planned.