Charlotte glanced at the piece of paper that was placed in front of her. She stared at it, listening to Alwyn explain why she was here. So she was to be his bride? Not his slave? Or was she to be both? She wondered what he meant, by her not being his style, but that was the last thing on her mind. She didn't picture her first marriage being like this, with someone she didn't even know or had even heard of, with no feelings attached, did she want to do this? A nagging thought stayed with her [i]You'd be happy here.. taken care of...[/i] That thoughts took control of her as she nodded her frail head, dark curls moving with her, and signed the paper, her signature small and pretty. 

Glancing up at her 'groom' She placed the pen on top of the paper and pushed it towards him. "Okay." She said, it was the first time she spoke since she arrived, her voice was small and almost musical. She nervously bit her lip before looking back down, fumbling with her clean and freshly manicured hands. She wondered what they'd do next; would he beat her? No, he said he wasn't her master. Would they go to bed together? He did say something about that; or would she have her own room? She did feel tired and was aching to lay in a real bed, on a real mattress, not a lumpy and stained cot. She waited to hear what would happen next, her heart almost thudding out of her chest.