“And another thing,” Miche added. “Tomorrow night.” “What about it?” “Get her wet and take it slow,” Miche advised, and made Remin choke on his wine. “No one’s going to be witnessing the consummation. Make sure she’s relaxed and enjoying it, don’t just jam it in.” “Miche.” “The Knights of the Brede have a reputation to uphold,” the knight said sternly, jabbing a finger at his lord.
