The Captain Stays Ashore?

They eat their meal, Sarah blushing deeply with every bite as Draven watched her, smirking. Her shyness soon evaporated as she took notice of the textures and flavors of the food she was eating. Her eyes widened in surprise and she could hear Draven chuckle as he realized that she had begun tasting what she was eating. The succulence of the meat delighted her taste buds as the meat melted on her tongue and the flavors danced on her taste buds. The vegetables were just cooked enough to maintain their crispness, without losing their flavors. Sarah soon found herself cleaning her plate as she sated her hunger. The wine that was served was potent as well, and he could tell she was beginning to get tipsy. Draven took her hand in his own once more and gently lifted her to her feet as he stood as well. No one said a word, or even seemed to take notice as they left the celebration together.
Draven wrapped an arm around Sarah's waist, fighting weary and the effects of the wine Draven led her to the inn. He led her to her room where he stripped her dress off of her body and his own clothing as well before laying their bodies down onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around her body, cupping her breast in the palm of his hand as he felt her fall asleep in his arms. He smiled softly as he closed his eyes and fell asleep behind her, holding her close to his body.
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The next morning Sarah was woken up by Draven shaking her urgently. "Come on Sarah, hurry up and get dressed. I have to go run an errand and I need you with me and I want to get it done BEFORE the Women's Council gets here to interview you." She could hear him rummaging around as clothing was thrown on the bed. She sat up and looked around briefly before grabbing the clothes that he threw at her and slipping them over her head. He moved about the room quickly, tossing clothes into a shoulder bag and slinging it over his shoulder and looking at her as she finished wrapping the handkerchief across her face.
His face grew white as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. "It's the Wisdom. She's come with the rest of the Women's Council. We're too late. Crap!" He looked around the room wildly, "I'm not supposed to be here. She'll know I slept here last night and she'll wring my neck. I got to find a place to hide." He opened the armoire and closed it quickly, turning towards the door as a knock sounded on the wood. Without saying a word he crossed the room towards the balcony and jumped over the side, gripping the edge as he dangled over the side.
Sarah ran after him and looked down at him as he hung over the road below. "Just answer the door! Don't let her know I was here or that I'm hanging down here," he hissed upwards to her. Sarah sighs roughly and takes a brief look up to the horizon where the land meets the sea. Just as she turned around, a small wind began blowing through the street. Small needles of hay swirled below Draven's feet from a nearby vendor, escaping the man's notice as he stood talking to another man about the young age of the new Wisdom.
Sarah crossed the floor and opened the door just as the knob was turning. The door burst open to admit a group of four women, the one in the front was a red-haired young woman with a dark green band around her eyes. The woman frowned as she took a deep breath through her nose, appearing as if she was sniffing the air.
"Where is he?"
Sarah blinked in surprise as she stepped to the side to avoid being pushed out of the way by the blindfolded woman. "Where is who?"
The younger woman looked at her and placed her hands on her hips. "You know who. Your 'husband' that's who. Where is he? I know he has been in here, and probably still is in here." The woman began walking around the room, opening the doors to the armoire as well as to the bathing chamber. Sarah followed, her face set in a determined frown.
"He WAS here, but as you can tell, he isn't anymore. Said something about having an errand to run this morning and that he'd be back later."
The other woman frowned as she then looked as if she looked straight at Sarah. "Don't you lie to me young woman, I can smell a lie just like I can smell where someone is. Now where is…. I know where he's at. He's hiding off the balcony."
Draven, hearing this, felt his heart pounding in his chest right before he let go of the edge of the balcony. He hadn't noticed that the wind had blown, strand by strand, a large pile of hay under his feet until he sunk into the pile. He looked up just as the woman peered out over the balcony and then looked down. Keeping still he watched as she shook her head and returned inside the room. Sliding down off the haystack, he took one more look upwards and then smirked and tipped his hat towards the open balcony doors before sauntering off in the direction of the kitchens.
The woman turned and stood with her hands on her hips once more. "Well, I guess he isn't here after all. Good thing too, that man knows the laws. Until the ceremony between you and him is done, he can't have sex with you or any other woman in the village." She then strode forward and stuck out her hand. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Rose, the village Wisdom."
Sarah looked in shock at the woman who appeared to be younger than her youngest sister before walking forward and placing her hand into Rose's outstretched hand. Closing her fingers around the younger woman's palm she squeezed briefly before nodding her head once. "I'm sure you know who I am then."
Rose smirked as she removed her hand. "Yes, I do know you, probably more than you think I do." She then looked to the other women who had been standing with sour frowns on their faces. "I think it's safe to say her husband isn't here. Let's get started on the preparations."