Evangeline walked silently hand in hand with Dean, trying to keep her calm and wondering what would he do to her now he had her alone. She was supposed to be ready for this; it was her wedding night after all. Still, the black-haired girl couldn't help but feel terrified.

When he opened the door to let her in, she stepped into the room shaking and cold, her blue eyes falling directly at the wine waiting on the table.

"My lady," she heard, turning around to look at her now husband and gulping.

Before he asked, her small hands moved to the side of the wedding dress, where its buttons were positioned, and her long fingers struggled to open them. She was shaking and dizzy, and he could clearly see it.

"Stop it," he walked closer to her and held her hand. "Please, stop."

Evangeline raised her eyes to him, the blue irises completely teary and wide, and Dean caressed her skin for a moment.

"Don't," he whispered.

"Do you want to do it yourself?" she muttered, her jaw shaking, and he shook his head.

"No," he shook his head. "Not… Not today."

Her eyes widened and the first tear fell from them.

"Don't cry," he quickly moved his hand to her pale cheek, drying said tear with his thumb.

"You don't want me," she muttered, her voice heavy with sorrow.

"I do," he corrected his wife. "A lot."

The princess frowned, shaking her head; she couldn't understand.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on," he caressed her hair, thick fingers tangled in black curly locks. "Your face, your voice, your body… You are perfect."

Evangeline continued to sob softly, confused and afraid.

"But we just met, and you are terrified, sweetheart," Dean continued, raising her chin with his index and thumb, moving the latter to caress her painted lips. "Let's wait a few days."

She nodded and he moved his lips to her forehead, laying a kiss on her skin almost exactly how he'd done hours earlier at the wedding.

"I'll tell your handmaid to come in and help you put on something comfortable. You need to rest, we both do," he instructed. "I"ll leave you be.

And he did what he had promised, only coming back when Evangeline in her sleeping gowns and using the time to also put on something more appropriate. When her maid left, trying to hide a smirk, he came back with just a tunic.

"Beautiful," he smiled. "You can take the bed, and I…"

"No, my lord," she interrupted him, blue eyes wide. "Please."

"Why?" he questioned, not understanding.

"They will know if you don't lay down with me," Evangeline affirmed. "They will speak about us and..."

"Okay," he walked to you and held her hand, calming her down. "I'll lie down with you. You don't need to be afraid."

After washing her face, she ran a hand over her hair, undoing the hairstyle the handmaid had spent an hour fixing. When the black curls finally fell loose on her back, Evangeline caught Dean staring at her.

She sat on the bed silently, laying down with her eyes falling on him, and he did the same, looking at his wife.

"You look beautiful," he affirmed. "Much more beautiful like this than before."

Evangeline looked down at the pillow and tried making her comfortable by his side, not sure of what to do. In her lifetime, she'd shared her bed with Hannah and some cousins, but now she didn't know what to do.

"Can I hold you, my princess?" he questioned in a whisper and her eyes widened.

"Yes, my lord."

Slowly, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer, his warmth surrounding her body as well, and Evangeline tucked her head between his chin and his chest.

"Good night, my princess," he whispered and she closed her eyes, hoping she could manage to fall asleep.