Humorous Wedding Speech
The couple righted themselves, and the husband pulled his wife close. “Thank you, Your Highness. I believe this is the first such home built in the kingdom, though I am sure there are others available now that are finer.”
“No, my dear, the queen is right,” said the wife. “This is a marvelous home.” She gazed at him with tenderness as she spoke. “This house was all his idea. He is a master builder.”
He squeezed her shoulder. “You inspired it and helped.”
“That’s still. I did little more than hand over planks.”
“Nonsense. You, my wife, are the heart and soul of this place.”
This was what Audra wanted in her own marriage, to look at Maxen with such love and admiration when they were old and gray.
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It seems excessive…”
Maxen cut him off. “It’s a mere token. This place will make my new bride happy, and that is worth every coin.”
“If you insist, Sir Maxen.” The man bowed again. “Allow me to show you to the kitchen area. My wife and I have stocked it with food, and she and I will come each evening to prepare supper. I assume you want privacy otherwise.”
“Yes.” Maxen gave the man a half grin. “In fact, there’s no need to prepare supper for us. We’ll make do with whatever provisions you’ve been kind enough to leave.”
The husband started toward the ladder, his lips pressed together. “The wife’ll be so disappointed. She was looking forward to cooking for the queen.”
Audra and Maxen followed him down, and Audra said, “That would be lovely if you and your wife came each night. If you could come just after, say sunset? That way we would know precisely when you’re to arrive and we can prepare ourselves.”
He seemed to comprehend the subtext, of: “We do not want you walking in on us while we’re naked,” and led them to the kitchen, where he opened the cupboards and rattled off the contents—bread, hard cheese, jam, fresh and boiled eggs, pickled vegetables, meat pies, and parsnip fritters. Further, a kettle of hare stew hung on a hook at the back of the hearth,
“No, my dear, the queen is right,” said the wife. “This is a marvelous home.” She gazed at him with tenderness as she spoke. “This house was all his idea. He is a master builder.”
He squeezed her shoulder. “You inspired it and helped.”
“That’s still. I did little more than hand over planks.”
“Nonsense. You, my wife, are the heart and soul of this place.”
This was what Audra wanted in her own marriage, to look at Maxen with such love and admiration when they were old and gray.
A briny wind blew off the sea and kicked up sand, …show more content…
It seems excessive…”
Maxen cut him off. “It’s a mere token. This place will make my new bride happy, and that is worth every coin.”
“If you insist, Sir Maxen.” The man bowed again. “Allow me to show you to the kitchen area. My wife and I have stocked it with food, and she and I will come each evening to prepare supper. I assume you want privacy otherwise.”
“Yes.” Maxen gave the man a half grin. “In fact, there’s no need to prepare supper for us. We’ll make do with whatever provisions you’ve been kind enough to leave.”
The husband started toward the ladder, his lips pressed together. “The wife’ll be so disappointed. She was looking forward to cooking for the queen.”
Audra and Maxen followed him down, and Audra said, “That would be lovely if you and your wife came each night. If you could come just after, say sunset? That way we would know precisely when you’re to arrive and we can prepare ourselves.”
He seemed to comprehend the subtext, of: “We do not want you walking in on us while we’re naked,” and led them to the kitchen, where he opened the cupboards and rattled off the contents—bread, hard cheese, jam, fresh and boiled eggs, pickled vegetables, meat pies, and parsnip fritters. Further, a kettle of hare stew hung on a hook at the back of the hearth,