What it means to love such a women...
Henry in his unoccupied time always spent time thinking about his beloved 'Charlotte'. She was the only women he had ever loved with the deep... eternal... all consuming passion. It kept him up at night when he thought about her and their life together... all parts...
He acknowledged his history with women had been spotty and his blushed at his past behaviour. It was his father who introduced him to the brothels and made it a normal practice. It was his father who modelled to him to look at a woman as an object and something to play with. Now that he was marrying he was at sea when it come to knowing how to love 'Charlotte' the way she deserved.
He was experienced in the area of love making but when it came to truly loving a wife he was completely inexperienced. It made him nervous as he was afraid he may overwhelm her or even frighten her with his passion. He also hoped she would enjoy being with him...in all aspects... he hoped he would meet all her needs.
He understood why Sidney had been so angry with him ... he knew of his past and believed he didn't deserves such a woman. Henry's insecurities were resurfacing as he tried to sleep but found he was wide awake with ranging emotions swaying from ... happy... excited... terrified... anxious...happy.
He opened the letter again from John Heywood giving him wise advice about what he should do... 'love her and treat her like a precious treasure'... that is what it meant to love such a woman.
He had resolved to take his time and make sure she was felt safe but he just wanted Charlotte to know how much he truly loved her.
Before he knew it he was outside the church with his wife on his arms... being showered with various things and felt he could burst from the happiness he was experiencing. He was patient as they thanked all their guests and performed all the needed duties at the Heywood estate.
It was getting to a point when he just wanted to spend time alone with his wife. He laughed as it was Charlotte who suggested they leave as she wanted to be alone with her husband.
They first walked hand-in-hand to their thinking spot... it was their special place that held many precious memories for them both...
"We are going to have to find a place on our own estate" he commented has he had pulled her into his arms and placed his chin on her head"
"Mmmmm" sounded a satisfied Charlotte who was just enjoying not having to worry about people catching them being affectionate towards each other.
"My love, you make me a very happy man but we really need to find a thinking place at our new home" he began again
"When we go home... we can spent our time looking for that private space that only we know about... I believe we will need such a place..." giving him a seductive look.
That was it... he could no longer hold in his passion!
"Be careful wife... I believe you are wanting me to seduce you?"
"Am... I ?" Charlotte taking on an innocent look that was not believable" He knew her well enough when she was teasing him.
"Well... I think we need to head to our cottage... now!" Crowe wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him... lowering his lips to hers and giving her a taste of his passion.
Their first night together as man and wife was full of passion. They were able to fully express their love for one other and it united them... resulting in a closeness which they would always crave from each other. Henry found in Charlotte a willing student who trusted him completely. He really shouldn't have worried as she gifted him a collection of romantic poetry which he always had handy. He had never experienced such ecstasy before and all he wanted was his wife to experience the same.
He would spent his life treasuring her...
Henry Crowe was starting to learn how to love 'Charlotte Crowe'... his wife... the way she deserved.
