“He is so frustrating sometimes,” she said. “When he gets something in his mind he is more than stubborn. But, that being said, it may be a crazy week for you, my dear, but I will make sure you have as beautiful a wedding as I possibly can.”
Feeling that this meeting was over, I stood and turned to the servant to show me out. I stopped and turned back to the Queen, who was putting on reading glasses and looking down at some papers on her desk.
“Thank you, Your Grace,” I said with the best curtsey I could muster.
She looked up over her glasses and smiled, nodding her head at me as I turned and left her chambers.
From that moment, and for the next week, my life was hard to even recognize as my own. Each morning, I was greeted with breakfast in my chambers and then presented with a laundry list of things to do for the wedding. From dress fittings and cake decisions, to décor and even picking which set of Royal China to use, I didn’t have two seconds to breathe. The seamstress took my measurements, and by the next day, I was dressed in whatever was handed to my servants that morning. I didn’t even have a chance to unpack. I’d thrown my bags into the closet, promising I would get to them later. By the end of the week, I was more than a little exhausted by everything.
Queen Zora was always so gracious, but as she ordered the staff around and glided through the palace with purpose, I started to understand why she and Milos clashed so often. She was like the reformed version of Milos. She knew exactly what she wanted, she didn’t take no for an answer, and she won almost everything with the use of her wit and charm. The biggest difference between the two was she understood her responsibility to the kingdom, while Milos lived in his own little world.
By the time the wedding day arrived, I was so exhausted by the week, that the only thing left was my nerves. Standing at the back of the cathedral, waiting for my entrance cue, was the first quiet moment I’d had since I arrived. To be honest, the only thing my mind wanted to do was take me out of all this.
What had I gotten myself into? In the beginning, it sounded like a great idea, but now that the wedding was about to happen, I realized I was in deeper water than I could swim in. I felt like I was barely staying afloat.
The music began to play, and the doors to the church opened slowly. My mind raced, and my hands began to shake. I immediately thought about running, just turning and bolting from the church, out into the countryside, and not stopping until I was out of Silesia’s borders. But as I stepped into the light of the stained-glass windows, I looked up to the front, and my eyes met with Milos’s. His warm smile filled my chest with excitement. Without even thinking, my feet began to move forward.
Every step I took brought me closer and closer to this man that I wasn’t even sure I liked, much less loved. However, as if his smile and warm eyes were a drug, I was drawn to him, oblivious of everyone around me. With every step of my small heeled feet, I moved closer to my place in the Silesia Kingdom, next to the devilishly handsome, future king.
In that moment, I could see nothing but my future, blinded by the grandeur of my own unbelievable life.
Chapter 10: Milos
My mouth hung open as Adriana stepped into the holy lights, shining through the stained-glass windows of the cathedral. Her dress was as elegant as any royal bride I had ever seen, with its modest fitted top, large layered gown, and sweeping train. Her face was shrouded by a thin veil that flowed down over her and ended at her chin. The small glimmering tiara sitting atop her boundless, cascading curls sparkled in the light. She was an absolute vision in white. Oddly enough, nervousness ran through my stomach, as if she were an angel floating toward me.
Immediately, I stood up straight and fashioned a smile on my face, realizing my sentimentality was getting the best of me. However, as she moved forward, escorted by my Godfather, the Duke of Silesia, I couldn’t help but think that this was still her day, regardless of how fake it may be. With the shimmering décor, and the endless rows of adoring noble subjects, pressing their eyes toward our commitment to one another, I decided to let loose a bit and allow myself to be immersed in the lie, even if only for one day. I would treat her as my true bride, and even if it does not affect our state of existence, it will definitely affect the way the press views our nuptials.
The service was long and daunting, but I couldn’t help but notice how Adriana kept her eyes on mine and her hands relaxed at her sides. Her demeanor immediately calmed me, and I went through the ceremony with ease, bowing when I should, kneeling when I should, and finishing our vows with a sweet and tender kiss. As we pulled away from each other, Adriana smiled, the romance of the moment catching me off guard. I grabbed her hand and turned her toward the audience, raising it high in the air and smiling as big as I could muster. It was done. I was married. The rest of the event should be a breeze, and I would get to see how Adriana handled meeting so many people of importance.
After about a million pictures and time with my mother, we made our way around the Great Hall, speaking with dignitaries and introducing Adriana to the heads of state. I watched as she curtsied with grace and spoke with an air of charm just subtle enough that everyone she met fell in love with her instantly. She was even more than I expected out of fake bride, and I smiled and shook my head, impressed.
We approached Brat and his sister, Zlata, and I pressed my hand against the small of Adriana’s back and watched as she chatted briefly with Brat. Zlata stood staring at my bride, waves of jealousy flowing around her. She looked at me and smiled.
“Congratulations,” she said sternly. “Who knew you would settle down, and with a school teacher no less? It’s charming.”
I grinned, without looking at Zlata, and stepped forward to listen to Brat talk with Adriana about the event and the nobles in the room. I could tell Brat had been won over instantly. As I leaned in to whisper to Adriana, he winked at me with pride. It took a lot to impress Brat, and his reassurance took away any fear I had at the moment.
“Dance with me,” I cooed. I grabbed her hand and pulled her out onto the dance floor.
She laughed wildly as I spun her around, showing her every royal dance, step by step. It was as if we were all alone in the castle, just enjoying each other’s company. I wasn’t sure what had changed. Maybe the stress of binding her into a contract had been lifted, or the enchantment of the evening had finally set in. Whatever it was, I felt myself relax and give in to the moment.
The chandeliers sparkled overhead, lit with hundreds of candles, and the ambiance of the room was beyond expectation. My mother nodded to me approvingly from her table, and I smiled as if there was a true contentment within me.
As the reception began to wear down, I pulled Adriana close and danced to one last slow song of the evening. The lights sparkled in her eyes, and I could tell that she, too, had gotten lost in the grandeur of the night.
I could see her smitten look, and I decided that tonight she would be treated like a real bride. I grabbed her hand and stepped back slowly, pressing my finger to my lips. We backed out of the large doors and went running down the halls toward my wing of the castle. Our laughter echoed through the empty halls, as if we were teenagers hiding from our parents. We slowed as we reached the doors. I flung them open and turned to Adriana.
I saw a flash of shyness cross her beautiful face, and I stepped forward, picking her up and turning toward the room. Over the threshold, we stepped, and she giggled playfully in my arms. As I set her down, the guards closed the doors behind us, and we were instantly alone. She reached up and pulled at my bow tie, which was unraveled and hanging around my neck. She turned and pulled her hair away, signaling for me to pull down her zipper.
I unclasped the top and slowly opened her dress, holding her hand as she stepped out of the billowing gown. She stood in the light of the fire burning in my fire place, covered in the tiny threads of the white negligée she had put on before dressing for the events.
I stepped forward and pulled her close, tipping her chin toward me
and pressing my lips hard against hers. I felt her body relax as I held her in my arms. The passion of the night swept us away in that one moment. Her breath began to pick up as I ran my hand up her side and over her perked breasts. I stood back up, pulled away from her lips, and grabbed her wrist. I led her through the great room and into my bedroom, where white rose petals had been sprinkled over the floor and across the bed. The suite had been prepared for our wedding night, and I was glad to see it reflected the same tone as the rest of the day.
Adriana’s eyes glimmered in the firelight. She reached up, pulled the pins from her hair, and let it fall, cascading over her shoulders. She sat down on the bed and pushed backward, flashing me just the edge of her white lace panties. Immediately, I could feel my cock begin to swell.
I undressed slowly, allowing the tension to build between us. Slowly, I climbed up on to the bed, crawling forward until I lingered on top of her body. I fell slightly to my side, intertwining our legs and running my hand up the cool satin of her lingerie. My mouth fell to her neck, and she tipped her head back. I tasted her skin with the tip of my tongue. My hand moved down, pulling up her satin skirt and pushing down into her panties. She was wet and hot, and I could hear her muffled moans as I ran my fingers through her wetness.
She reached her head up and pressed her mouth hard against mine. I swirled my fingers around her clit, pushing two fingers inside and pulling back out before circling them around for another round. I wanted to taste her, and I wanted her to taste me, to feel my cock pushed down her throat. But I wanted this night to be about her, so I held back the urge.
I sunk down, lifted up her skirt, and ran my tongue down her stomach. She wiggled underneath me, and I hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them from her body, tossing them to the side. God, she was so sexy. As I lowered my head into her juicy wet mound, I reached up and kneaded her breasts, listening to her growing moans. Slowly and sensually, I lapped at her pulsing clit, feeling her body begin to tense. She reached down and pulled on my hair. I looked up at her beautiful face.
“I want to make you come,” I whispered.
She let go and fell backward, spreading her legs open even further. I grabbed her thighs and pushed them outward as my aggression increased. I rubbed my lips across her mound. Over and over again, I massaged her clit, nibbling slightly before sucking it deep and hard. Her back arched, and her moans turned to screams. I could feel her erupt in my arms, and I tasted her juices as they flowed from her body. I didn’t stop. She grabbed onto the bed, letting the orgasm wash over her body. My tongue flitted across her pussy, and I reached down to stroke my rock-hard cock, readying myself to fill her fully.
Her muscles began to relax, and I pulled my face away and began to move my body upward. I rubbed the head of my dick against her wetness, but didn’t push it in just yet. I hovered over her face. She began to grind her hips against my shaft, begging with her body for more. I pressed my mouth against hers, this time with lust and need, letting my tongue explore her taste.
I groaned as she moved her hips hard and fast. Though it was sensual, I found myself challenged to give her as many orgasms as her body could handle. I reached down and lifted my shaft upwards, laying it down between her lips and letting her rub her nub against it. She moaned in extreme pleasure. I wanted to push into her, hard and fast, but the thought of making her come from just the feeling of me against her was so arousing, I couldn’t help myself.
I lowered my hips against her and began to match her movements, feeling her wetness surrounding my shaft. I had every intention of bringing her to orgasm with the motion of my hips, but she had other ideas. She shifted her hips and reached down, grabbing my dick and shoving it inside of her.
I groaned, and my lips curled up into a mischievous smile. Her forwardness turned me on like crazy, along with her ability to take control when I was least expecting it. I grabbed her hips and turned over on my back. Adriana straddled me and pulled her negligee from her body, revealing herself to me. She began to ride me slowly.
At first, she pressed her hands against her thighs and swirled her hips wildly over me, feeling my body rub against hers. Then, showing she wasn’t ready to give in just yet, she leaned back, reached between my legs, and massaged my balls. I helped control the movement of her body with my hands.
I ran my fingers up between her breasts. They bounced around with each movement, hypnotizing me. She moaned loudly, her head back and her eyes shut. I reached forward, taking her right hand and placing her fingers on her clit. I pulled my arms behind my head and flexed my pelvis, pushing in deeper and enjoying the sight of her pleasuring herself while pressing down hard, as if she couldn’t get enough of my cock.
The sight alone was almost enough to send me over the edge, but I took in a deep breath and steadied my thoughts. Tonight was not a race to the finish. It was a slow, steady crawl. And while she rubbed her nipples and caressed her breasts, bouncing up and down on my dick, I could tell she didn’t want this to end any sooner than I did.
Under the flickering lights of the fire, our erotic shadows danced across the ceiling. I settled in, ready to take Adriana beyond any pleasure she had ever experienced.
Chapter 11: Adriana
I lowered my body down, over and over again. I could feel his cock pulsate inside of me. The sensual surroundings of our room and the unfiltered passion coming from both of us added to the buildup. I could feel myself reaching another orgasm. I ground my hips against him, feeling feverish in my attempts to have him as deep as he could go. My juices were running down his shaft, and with each clash of our bodies, the sound of our skin colliding echoed through the large, dark room.
I looked down at him, biting my lip and scanning his huge biceps as he watched me intently. His eyes were almost as dark as the night. I put my palms down on his chest and pushed down, feeling his skin massage my clit. As I pushed in deep, that orgasm I had held at bay exploded, sending pleasure through my entire body. I threw my head back and arched my back, screaming loudly. I felt him grab my hips and pound his dick into me, over and over, heightening the orgasm.
My body shook and twitched from the intense arousal, and I fell to the side, letting him pull me close against him and enter in from behind. He reached over and lifted my leg, wrapping it back around his legs as he spooned me, thrusting slowly through my intense wetness. He groaned loudly in my ear as his cock plunged into the warm river below.
Before I could even uncloud my mind from the most recent round of orgasms, I felt that familiar warmth in my stomach. Breathing heavily, I rested my head on the pillow and concentrated on feeling every inch of his shaft as it moved in and out. His smooth hand rubbed across my hip and stopped on my hand. He pushed my arm down and placed my fingers on my sobbing wet clit, but I moved back and grabbed the base of his cock, feeling it slide through my hands as he pulled it out and plunged it back into me. He growled at the extra sensation, and I immediately pulled my fingers up and began rubbing fast and hard against my clit. I wanted another orgasm, and I wanted it bad.
As soon as he felt my hand tighten and my fingers move savagely over my nub, he too began to feel the need to increase his movements. What began as a sensual turning and twisting of bodies quickly became a race to orgasm. His hands clamped down on my hips as he thrust, and I could feel his teeth pressed gently into my shoulder.
“I want to feel you come,” I screamed out. “I want it so bad.”
“Yeah, Adriana, come with me, baby,” he growled loudly.
I bit my lip as we moved and pushed our bodies further than I had ever experienced. His cock reached its hardest position and began to pulsate. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I screamed out, grabbing the sheets and thrusting my ass backward.
I let the orgasm wash over me, and I could hear him groan loudly and press one last time, hard and deep, before releasing. His body tensed behind me, and his hands dug into my hips. We sat perched at the height of ecstasy for several moments, before crashing into each o
ther, a pile of lust in the center of his huge, soft bed. All I could think was, wow.
He curled his body around mine and pulled the covers over top of us. I could no longer pretend to be awake and full of energy. I slipped into a deep sleep, feeling the comfort of my new husband’s arms wrapped around me. Although I was always aware that this marriage was a sham, at that moment, there was a part of me that let it feel real, even if it was just for a moment.
Several hours later, when my eyes opened and adjusted, I realized that was exactly what it was, just a moment. I reached along the soft sheets but found that Milos was gone. I was alone in his unfamiliar chambers.
I laid there for several moments, staring at the shadows dancing across the walls from the fireplace. There was an uncomfortable unfamiliarity about my surroundings. So I pulled myself from the bed and grabbed a robe from the side table. I wrapped the soft, warm cloth around my body and tied the straps tightly around my waist before slipping from the room and out into his sitting area.
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