Lady Cinderella

Somewhere in chapter 4

She was now wed. Her husband like none she nor her aunt could have imagined. Time would tell which of them had found her desire, she who had only ever wanted someone to value her or her aunt who had wanted a miserable match for her.
He was still not recoved from his wounds, the bruises on his face yellowing as the swelling receeded, making it difficult to tell his features. She thought his nose was fine, aristocratic, surely he had to be one. He need not be titled or even monied just not the outlaw bandit her aunt had declared, a bandit would not have married her to save her from ruin. Not when it was her fault she had been compromised.
He had not been angry at her nor had he argued with her aunt's demand that they marry, he could have easily refused with no fault asigned to him yet he had married her. To her eyes and in her heart he was noble, regardless of what his past and memories would reveal.
For the moment she had to deal with their accomodation. They could not stay here.
The roofs had fallen in years ago, the beems rotten and broken. Birds had made their homes on the second floor, rats and other scurrying creatures on the first. The curtains were tattered, dusty, moth eaten and stinking. It was obvious no one had been here in years, probably since her parents had died. How could she have trusted her aunt would see to its care?

The pain greeted him as it had everytime he had awakened. His face was on fire, the split bottom lip throbed and his ribs ached, it was hard to believe they were merely bruised and not broken the way they felt. Every breath agrivated the pain and his present situation did not help matters.