He had brought her to what she could only assume to be the master bedroom, a room of about the same size as her own bedroom back at Malfoy Manor, decorated richly with the same dark wood as the rest of the house, a crackling fire lit in the fireplace. Crossing the room in a few broad steps, he set her down on the king-sized bed, laid in fresh white linen. In the blink of an eye, she felt a whoosh of air, and the next thing she knew, both her robe and wedding gown were gone from sight.