“Yeah. It was realy nice,” I agreed. “Wila and Aurora did a good job.”

“They did.”

The day had been exhausting, and I hadn’t slept much the night before. So it didn’t take long for sleep to overtake me. I fel asleep on my wedding night, stil a virgin.

The doors burst open, startling me awake. I nearly jumped out of bed. Tove groaned next to me, since I did this weird mindslap thing whenever I woke up scared, and it always hit him the worst.

“Good morning, good morning, good morning,” Loki chirped, wheeling in a table covered with silver domes.

“What are you doing?” I asked, squinting at him. He’d puled up the shades. I was tired as hel, and I was not happy.

“I thought you two lovebirds would like breakfast,” Loki said.

“So I had the chef whip you up something fantastic.” As he set up the table in the sitting area, he looked over at us. “Although, you two are sleeping awfuly far apart for newlyweds.”

“Oh my god,” I groaned and puled the covers over my head.

“You know, I think you’re being a dick,” Tove told him as he got out of bed. “But I’m starving. So I’m wiling to overlook it. This time.”

“A dick?” Loki pretended to be offended. “I’m merely worried about your health. If you’re bodies aren’t used to extraneous activities, like a long night of lovemaking, you could waste away if you don’t get plenty of protein and rehydrate. I’m concerned for you.”

“Yes, we both believe that’s why you’re here,” Tove said sarcasticaly and took a glass of orange juice that Loki poured from him.

“What about you, Princess?” Loki looked up at me as he filed another glass.

“I’m not hungry,” I sighed and sat up.

“Oh realy?” Loki arched an eyebrow. “Does that mean that last night-”

“It means that last night is none of your business,” I snapped.

I got up and hobbled over to Elora’s satin robe that had been left on a nearby chair. My feet and ankles ached from al the dancing I’d done the night before.

“Don’t cover up on my account,” Loki said as I put on the robe. “You don’t have anything I haven’t seen.”

“Oh, I have plenty you haven’t seen,” I said and puled the robe around me.

“You should get married more often,” Loki teased. “It makes you feisty.”

I roled my eyes and went over to the table. Loki had set it al up, complete with a flower in a vase in the center, and he’d puled off the domed lids to reveal a plentiful breakfast. I took a seat across from Tove, only to realize that Loki had puled up a third chair for himself.

“What are you doing?” I asked.