Yvette pouted as the bed shifted, the large mattress suddenly accommodating much less weight with the prince having gotten to his feet. She followed Elijah's movements with her eyes, watching one by one as buttons and fabric came together to hide him away from her wandering gaze. The blankets came up to bunch around her middle as she twisted around onto her side. The prince was always so... neat. And precise, in everything that he did, as noted by the way he focused on smartening his hair back so that not a one was out of place, or the way his clothing had to be perfectly straight. He looked remarkably clean, and if not for the sheen of sweat that still clung to his brow, even Yvette would have to look twice to be able to tell that he'd been engaged in such physical activity.<br/><br/>"My prince?" she gasped, bolting upright in bed and clutching the sheets about her chest, as if he'd never seen her naked. She felt much more than naked, though; she felt vulnerable. The man that looked at her was not the man that she'd laid to bed with. Her prince would never say something so cold. "We're wed now, are we not? Surely a husband and wife should lay together."<br/><br/>The blankets did the best they could to keep her covered, for whatever good it did now, as she reached to the end of the bed for her haphazardly discarded chemise. She pulled the gown over her head so she wouldn't feel so exposed before she stood from her place on the mattress. Her head felt light, and her stomach felt heavy. "Or is this just to accommodate me until a collective chamber is set up?" she asked hopefully, taking light, graceful steps to glide across the floor to him. Something told her that this wasn't intended to be a temporary abode.