(Author's POV)
Afterward, Jasper and Sienna went upstairs to the bedroom. Someone on the household staff had clearly made an effort - there were candles on the dresser, the sheets were turned down, there were white roses in a vase by the window. The room looked like exactly what it was supposed to be: a wedding night.
The tension between them had softened into something warmer. Sienna sat on the edge of the bed and reached back to unzip her dress, and Jasper came to help her, and for a while the day's disasters seemed to recede.
Then there was a knock at the door.
Small. Hesitant. Unmistakably Rosalind.
Jasper went still.
"Daddy?" The voice was muffled through the door. "I had a bad dream. I'm scared."
Sienna turned to look at him. "Jasper-"
"It's our wedding night," she said. "She
