Not if you can imagine it. That's what being a scientist is all about!
I just wrote the wedding night scene. It's awesome. Not because they're having sex all over the place, but because the wedding guests sweep them from the great hall up to the master bedroom, and then the single male guests demand Margarethe's garters, because that's a thing that never actually happened in the middle ages, but I will perpetuate myths if I want to, meh*.
Anyway, the crowd is all, "We wants the garteressesssss," and Luc is all, "You shall not pass! Begone from here!" because his new wife is all freaked out because she's been plunged from the convent into the midst of this ravening crowd, who want her underwearohmigod. And Luc is all protective and finally not a stiff back proper gentleman, thank god. Prior to this, he had about all the personality of a dishrag with a picture of a knight stamped on it.
It is probably the most "romance novel" thing to happen in my story. May there be no bodice ripping to top it.
Must scurry like a little mouse and WRITE MOAR!
*Please don't hurt me for my ahistoricity.
Anyway, the crowd is all, "We wants the garteressesssss," and Luc is all, "You shall not pass! Begone from here!" because his new wife is all freaked out because she's been plunged from the convent into the midst of this ravening crowd, who want her underwearohmigod. And Luc is all protective and finally not a stiff back proper gentleman, thank god. Prior to this, he had about all the personality of a dishrag with a picture of a knight stamped on it.
It is probably the most "romance novel" thing to happen in my story. May there be no bodice ripping to top it.
Must scurry like a little mouse and WRITE MOAR!
*Please don't hurt me for my ahistoricity.