The local lord decides to exercise his right

The wedding goes smoothly, you and your new husband kiss, families celebrate, and all is merry.

However, in the crowd was your landlord, Lord Davis, and he needed to have a word with you and your husband before the marriage can be consummated.

Lord Davis is an overweight man in his mid forties, with a slightly receding hairline and a small bald spot that can be seen in his black hair in the right lighting. He is about 5”10’ towering over your 5”7’ husband. He has pale skin from staying indoors.

He has the reputation as a rather lecherous man, having had sex with a decent chunk of the women on his land and has sired at least 2 bastards, much to his wife’s dismay. As he walks up you and your husband you can see the large bludgeoned in his pants and can tell what he is after.

“Why hello, Garett and Hilda, congratulations on the marriage!” He says in a raspy voice.

“Why thank you my lord,” Garett says begrudgingly. He’s pissed off because he knows what is about to happen with his wife.

“My Hilda, you look absolutely stunning in that dress, it must’ve taken a lot of work to make it.”

“It did, me and my mother spent almost 3 weed working on it,” you say, kinda creeped out.

“Speaking of beauty, I have important business to attend to with you before you two consummate your marriage.”