That was that. They were officially betrothed to each other. They would be wed as soon as they could legally marry. She didn't look at him until after she took the paper and sprinkled sand over their signatures to seal the ink. She then looked up at him, her eyes hooded. "I suppose we should begin to call each other by our given names since technically, we're now engaged, yes? Please... call me Amelia." She wanted to hear her name on his lips, wanted his voice to lend it's rich quality to the three syllables her father had given her for a moniker. More than that, she found herself unable to say anymore anyway, for she was looking at the colors of the stained glass as they were cast upon him.

There were so many things to do, yet she couldn't think of them at the moment. All she could focus on was his face. Her heart was hammering in her chest, pounding so hard she wondered if he could hear. And then she kind of closed her eyes and forced herself to take a calming breath. He would probably tire of her soon enough and find another woman to warm his bed. Problem was, she was jealous of whatever tart might catch his eye. She shouldn't care since this was a business transaction after all.

"I will see to it that everything is ready. A small wedding is fine, I... don't care for the pomp of a grand ceremony, but I won't object if that is something you want. I can't promise something lavish since it takes... well... lots of time, and we only have a few weeks." She might be business like, but she wanted very much to know what his lips felt like against her own to the point of madness, it felt. And she, not one ounce of her, was equipped with the knowledge of anything that went on between a man and a wife other than vows were sealed with kisses and that she had seen others kissing and it looked enjoyable for both parties. She didn't know why she felt... heat? Not just heat but the kind created by an electric sensation. Her belly was filled with the fluttering of a thousand pairs of butterfly wings. She was starting to feel slick in a place that she didn't know could get that way other than... well... a woman's cycle. Had she just... started? No, considering she just finished THAT not a whole week prior.

Sweat accumulated in the most inconvenient places, places that longed for something she couldn't even name since she knew nothing about intimate activities. Why, she could even feel the heat building up in her cheeks. Oh, god, she thought, just... do what needs to be done, make it stop aching... Without her realizing it, the hunger was stark in her eyes, and her iris' were almost black with her unknown wanting.