She was utterly delighted when they spent the first three nights as man and wife in the same hotel suite where they fell in love, in Venice. It seemed to be the strongest desire of her heart, to return there with him and to explore themselves, each other, their relationship, the new freedom that they had. Their lives had been redefined. Sure, it was basically the same thing they had done in Tuscany, but with their signatures now dry on the marriage license, a new chapter had opened for them. He had treated her, in every way, like a queen. She was surprised to see that her father had transferred all the roses from the wedding to their hotel suite.
Brian took one of the roses from her bouquet, the most beautiful rose of the entire bouquet, and he got out a potion from his bag. He covered the rose in it, and it transfigured the rose to gold. A single golden rose. He handed it to her. "So you can remember our wedding day forever," he said to her. "I had an idea for our honeymoon, but now that the surprise is over, perhaps we can do some spontaneous things."
"OOOh. I like spontaneous. Like what?" she asked.
"I want us to take a few days to perhaps do a bit of a look at the plains of Africa. I want to do some whitewater rafting...Some mountain climbing...camping out under the stars,....maybe a cabin out in nowhere, just us...We have magic. We could tour the world."
"I like it," she said. "Surprise me. Let's just do it."
"I was hoping you'd say that. I have us packed. Let's go."
One week turned to two and then three. He had taken her to the safari region of Africa. He had taken her to the mountains of Colorado, away from his own estate, rented a cabin and they had gotten there strictly by mountain climbing. They had whitewater rafted down the Colorado river. They had sunbathed nude in the privacy of the isolate cabin, and they had jam packed all the things they mutually loved into their time away.
They had unleashed every single secret they had ever had between them and laid it all on the table. They were bonded in every way. Far beyond where most couples started their marriage with.
They were thinking of going home, since they had stretched their one week honeymoon into three weeks, when Khaat didn't come back to their cabin after her morning run one morning. Brian had felt the urge to find her. He knew the course she went and he went looking for her. He finally found her. She had skidded off a deep embankment and lay unconscious on the rocks below. He panicked. He apparated down to her. Her leg was badly broken. He could see her right shin bone poking through the skin and through her sweats. She was cut and bruised everywhere. He picked her up and apparated her back to the cabin. He pointed his wand at the bag, ordering it to pack.
He soon picked up the bag and Khaat and ported them back to the safehouse, Khaat still dirty and unconscious in his arms. It was still dark in the safehouse. The clock there chimed 2 am. The house was silent. He didnt' see anyone. It was the middle of the night. Everyone was, presumably, asleep. He carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. They needed Robert and his precision with setting broken bones. He set the bag on the floor and got a basin of water and a cloth and sponged the dirt and gravel out of the scrapes and then healed them one at a time. His larger concern was the bump she must have taken to her head and the badly broken leg. He was trying to put off waking Robert, but he knew that he needed to wake him. And as badly as a fracture like that hurt, he planned to leave her in blessed unconsciousness until after Robert had tended her.
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