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Brushing the flower petals from her hair with one hand, Wyniel held onto Boromir's neck with her other. He had carried after the feast up two flights of stairs into their new home. The suite had large wooden doors that opened onto a living space the size of Wyniel's entire house. A patio overlooked the southeastern part of the city, partly enclosed with silver curtains that danced in the wind. The bedroom, where Boromir took her, was to the east. The bed had a headboard of the richest design, and four long posts extended upward from each corner. Beautiful, lily-white flowers adorned every surface; their fragrance carried on the wind and made Wyniel sigh. She was in heaven.
Gently, Boromir set her down on the bed.
"This is our new home." he stated, satisfied, and gazing about. His hands were on his belt and his chin was high. Wyniel thought he had never looked better.
"Our home." Wyniel repeated. She kept playing with the idea of actually being someone's wife. She smiled broader, thinking that she was a noble's wife. "Come here, my husband, my love." she said, extending her arms for his arrival. He obeyed, burying his face in her hair. She laughed when his whiskers tickled her neck, and they were in utter bliss.