Molly's body flares with pleasure, breath rushing out of her, just catching a soft moan of climax before it's vented. She allows the sensation to wash over her, not afraid of it as she used to be. Then as that intensity subsides,  she recalls their conversation in the hall.

More than life itself… I feel the same way blossom… as much as that?... more, if that's possible. You are the centre of my world blossom. 

Molly grabs a pillow, putting it over her face, and she squeals with joy into it, tapping her heels on the mattress excitedly.

He loves her. Really, deeply, fully, with no reservation, loves, adores and desires her!!

It is without a doubt the happiest she has ever been. She had been happy when he'd wanted her as a mistress,  and happy when he had proposed,  but this was different.  This was everything. 

She weeps with joy. He loves her not just enough, but entirely. It is not less than to him. It takes her a few minutes to calm, but she can't stop grinning. 

She quietly gets up and prepares for the day. But she wants to sing, and dance, and ride, and make love to him in the long grass. Her joy jars with the solemnity of the day, and she absolutely will need to keep a tight rein on it.

She puts on her green and white Eisen dress, and decides that she will wear her hair loose, even though it is very unconventional. She puts on the objectionist cross, and then kneels beside the bed to pray

"Heavenly father,  thank you for the beautiful gift you have given me in the entire love of my husband. Please watch over, protect and guide us. Amen".

She slips on her white stockings, tying them with blue ribbons like her favour. With boots on, she dashes off a quick note to Marta saying she needs to be alone a while but she will take a servant for safety. 

That done, she catches Ana in the hall, and makes her go along to the music room