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    “ Henry” Salvador stated his name with impatience.
    Henry closed his eyes and cursed to the Gods who made him the messenger.
    “ A towel, My Lord.” He winced and then quickly squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the explosion he was sure was about to happen.
    Salvador’s jaw ticked as he envisioned his Katherine in all of her passionate fury, mesmerizing her would be suitors, donning nothing but a towel and enough bare skin to beckon the King himself on his hands and knees.
    He closed his eyes and tried to temper the storm within him. Admitting to himself that had when he was in a fit of rage he didn’t care about anything but the topic of his anger, why would she be any different? It’s not as though he left her any clothing to wear so she could seek out her missing wardrobe. How could he possibly be angry at her? It was his own rash thinking that forced the situation and he should have known better. But instead, he quickly barked out orders to the nearest maid and stormed off to find her a new wardrobe, and a priest to seal their fate.
    “ Has Katherine’s new wardrobe arrived yet?” Salvador managed to say; with out adding the roar and growl that he felt would follow.
    “ I believe it has My Lord, I will have it delivered to her room immediately. Truth be told, I greatly feared disrupting her after she settled down and felt it best to wait for you.” Henry admitted.
    Salvador threw two coins on the table and stood up.
    “ After you have delivered her wardrobe to our quarters, you will wait down here for the priest to arrive. When he does, you will bring him up.” Salvador instructed before heading off to see what awaited him in his room.
    He was almost looking forward to battling it out with his spitfire bride. He headed up the stairs taking two steps at a time, his anger had already vanished at the thought of seeing her again.
    When he entered the room, he had expected to have an object flung at his head and winced as he stepped in to the darkened room. Instead, he found her sprawled across the bed, with a book on the pillow beside her head and his night shirt ridden up to reveal a tempting thigh. The sun had started to descend from the sky, leaving a slight glow in the room. The remainder of the sun rays gently kissed at her skin and seemed to wrap themselves around her in a warm cocoon to assure a peaceful sleep.
    Salvador quietly took off his boots and strolled over to the bed to sit beside his sleeping beauty. She really was a prize to behold - his prize. Raking his eyes across her bare thigh, his cock stiffened in response. She lay there innocent, untouched and a blank canvass that beckoned for him to master. He had never taken an innocent before. Since he was a young boy, he had a vision of his wife being pure and untainted. As he grew into a man, he had deliberately taken women who were well experienced and who had no hint of innocence running through their blood. He craved innocence and yet denied it, wanting to save it for his marriage bed. He wanted a woman who he could thoroughly call his own, inside and out. He wanted a blank canvas. He would mould his woman into the perfect wife and would teach her how to please only him in bed. Katherine was the woman to fill that role and by God he would condition her to want only him.
    His Mother had been unfaithful to his Father and had spread her legs for just about any man who would look her way. His Father turned a blind eye, which only disgusted Salvador as he grew old enough to know what was going on. His Father was weak minded and his Mother was a whore! At social parties they were the perfect Aristocratic couple of the ton, but behind closed doors they were nothing but a family of lies and deception. Salvador grew into a man who despised liars, had no tolerance for weakness amongst his male peers and mistrusted all women. He would marry Katherine this very night and then keep her on a short leash. Once he taught her pleasure, he would need