Chapter 437: Wedding (1)

Anastasia held the manacles in the air, dangling them from her index finger. "Why the hell has he sent these manacles to you?" her voice was laced with suspicion and shock. Her wide-eyed gaze darted from the manacles to Iona and then back. 

Iona became red till the roots of her hair. How could she tell her that Rolfe liked his kink? She rubbed the back of her neck as she pursed her lips. She didn't know how to explain it to Anastasia and so she just mumbled incoherently. She took the manacles back in the box and closed the lid of the box. "Isn't the dress beautiful?" she said to divert Anastasia's attention. 

"Oh wait!" Anastasia stopped her. "There was one more, larger manacle inside. Didn't you see?" Her voice was full of suspicion as her eyes were wide with… terror. 

"It must be customary!" Iona offered an explanation, but obviously Anastasia wasn't convinced. 

"I must tell this to Ileus!" she said. "This seems horrible!"