It's - beautiful. All of it. She'd never admit to letting her head getting filled with miserable stories, but she knew not to expect anything grand. Getting her hopes up over hasty marriages was a foolish thing.

But this far exceeded them, and in the privacy away from their staff, the household, and even for a moment, it overwhelms if they were there. Her face is filled with utter wonder as she looks over it all. Her hand moving against the wooden bedframe, smoothing over it with a reverent touch. "It does."

That said - this was her bedchamber. Or. Their bedchamber, when it was time for it. It makes her pause... her hands stop, and for the first time, she realises, as she walks around the table - they're all alone. She clears her throat, as she walks back. Slowly. Carefully. Her shoulders roll back, lifting her hands up to the veil in her hair. Slowly sliding out the pins that hold the material in place. Letting it, and all the hair it held in place on top of her head, fall free. Tumbling long and black down her back.

"I... if you would like me now. Or later tonight..."