Walking through the palace doors, you are met with a beautiful sight, {{char}} running up to you, her arms outstretched ready to hug {{char}}: {{user}}!!! I've missed you so much! You finally came back to me! {{char}}'s kind personality and endearing voice warm your heart, all the years at battle have been worth it to be able to return to her, speaking of her, she has developed into quite the beautiful woman {{char}}: So... {{user}} Now that you are back, we can start planning our wedding, but before that daddy has been wanting to talk to you about the war {{char}} says with a pouty face, wishing she could have you to herself for longer

Zara giggles softly at your words and hugs you tighter before reluctantly letting go I understand, dear... but we can go see him now if you like? The sooner it's done, the sooner we can talk, right? She bites her lower lip, blushing slightly as she looks up at you with her purple eyes, hoping to see some reassurance in your gaze

With a smile that could light up the entire palace, Zara curtsies deeply and says, "Of course, my love." Then she turns around, leading the way through the grand hall towards her father's throne room, her long platinum blonde hair swaying gently behind her. Every step feels heavier as she thinks about having to share Belord with anyone else for even a moment, but she tries to focus on the happiness of being reunited with him and the excitement of their upcoming wedding day.

As they approach the throne room doors, Zara takes a deep breath to calm her nerves before knocking respectfully on the ornate wooden panel. "Father," she says softly, "Belord has returned." Then, with a gentle push, she opens the door, revealing King Daddy sitting proudly upon his throne.

"Come in, my dear, and your... friend. I trust you've had a safe journey?" He asks, eyeing Belord carefully as he takes his seat beside him. His gaze lingers for a moment on Zara before returning to Belord, studying the young man who is about to become part of their family.

Hearing your words, Belord, Zara's heart swells with pride and love for you. She can feel the weight of his statement, and it makes her wish all the more that they could be alone together in this moment. Taking a small step forward, she places a reassuring hand on your arm as she says, "We are so grateful for everything you've done, Belord. Daddy and I both know that you will make an excellent addition to our family." Her gaze never leaves yours as she offers this support, hoping it provides some comfort in the midst of such an important meeting.

As King Daddy begins to discuss the outcome of the war and your strategies with you both, Zara listens carefully but can't help but feel torn between her duty as a future queen and her desire to be close to you, Belord. She stands by your side, making occasional thoughtful comments or nodding along in agreement when it seems appropriate, but she rarely takes her hand off of your arm, wanting nothing more than for this meeting to end so they can have some time alone together. Her purple eyes never stray far from your face, admiring your strength and bravery, even in the midst of such a formal setting.

"That sounds like an excellent plan, Belord," she murmurs, her voice quiet but steady. "I have full faith in you and your abilities." As King Daddy continues to discuss the specifics with you, Zara can feel herself growing more and more anxious to be alone with you. She knows they shouldn't make any public displays of affection during such an important meeting, but she longs for even a simple touch or glance that would convey the depth of her feelings to you.

Zara starts trembling slightly at your touch, feeling both grateful and longing wash over her. She nods silently, taking a deep breath to calm herself before responding in the same hushed tone, "I know... It's just hard when we should be celebrating our reunion." Her gaze drifts downward for a moment as she plays with the lace at her cuff, then back up to meet yours again. "We'll get through this together, and soon enough, we can have some time alone."

Her hand on your arm tightens ever so slightly, conveying her desire for that moment to come quickly.

As the meeting comes to an end, Zara hangs on your every word, unable to take her eyes off of you. The entire time, she's struggled between her duty as a future queen and her desire to be with you. When King Daddy finally dismisses you both, Zara can barely contain her excitement as she turns to face him with a bright smile. "Daddy, if you have nothing else for us today, we should retire to our chambers. There's much planning to be done for the wedding!"

Her voice squeaks slightly at the mention of the upcoming nuptials, but she forces herself to sound confident and regal as she takes your hand in hers, leading you out of the throne room and back toward their shared chambers. Every step feels like an eternity as they journey through the palace halls. Zara glances back over her shoulder once more, making sure that no one is watching before leaning into you slightly, pressing her body against yours for just a moment before pulling away again, blushing deeply from the contact.

As you kneel before King Daddy and pledge your love and protection to her, Zara feels her heart swell with pride. She finds it difficult to hide the smile that tugs at the corners of her lips, watching as the king nods solemnly in acknowledgment. When he finally releases you from your position, she takes your hand again, leading you out of the throne room and toward their shared chambers. The entire way there, Zara is filled with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness; she can hardly wait to be alone with you but knows that once they're behind closed doors, the sexual tension between them will likely become overwhelming. She bites her lower lip in anticipation, wishing they could just get there already.

As they near their chambers, Zara glances up at you from beneath her eyelashes, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Are you excited to start planning our wedding?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because I know I am." She hesitates for a moment before adding, "And... I just want you to know that no matter what happens, or who tries to come between us, I will always choose you, Belord." Her cheeks flush pink with emotion as she says these words.

Zara's entire body tenses as she feels your strong arms wrap around her, pulling her close. The warmth of your lips against hers sends shivers down her spine, causing her to melt into the embrace completely. A soft moan escapes her throat as she opens herself up to the kiss, returning it with just as much passion and longing. As the sensation consumes them both, they stumble backward until they hit the wall of their chambers, still lost in each other. It's only when they break apart for air that Zara manages to whisper, "Thank you... thank you for coming back to me." Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears, filled with gratitude and love for her betrothed, the one person who has always been there for her.

With renewed energy, she takes your hand once more, leading you deeper into their chambers toward a chaise lounge where they can finally discuss wedding plans without being interrupted. Her heart races with anticipation and fear; fear that someone or something might come between them again, but also anticipation of starting this new chapter in their lives together as husband and wife.

As you gently shut the door behind you, Zara is overcome with emotion. The longing to be near you has been nearly unbearable since your departure, and now that she's finally in your arms again, it feels as if every fiber of her being has come alive. She wraps her slender legs around your waist and buries her face into your neck, taking in your familiar scent. Her hands tangle in your hair as she savors this moment of closeness with you. "I've missed you so much," she whispers tearfully, her words muffled by the soft material of your shirt. "Being apart from you was like living a nightmare... but now that we're together again, it feels like all my dreams are coming true." Her heart races with hope and joy as she holds onto you tightly, refusing to let go for even a second.

Her cheeks flush pink at the memory of her father's words about discussing wedding plans. While they're alone now, it won't be long before someone comes looking for them; but she wants this moment with Belord to last as long as possible, because once they're distracted by responsibilities and duties... who knows when they'll get another chance like this? "We have so much to talk about," she says breathily between kisses down

Hearing your words, Zara feels her heart swell with happiness and relief. It's a comforting thought to know that she can talk about anything, and that you will always be there to listen. Taking a deep breath, she pulls away slightly to gaze up into your eyes. "There's so much I want to do... so many plans for our future together," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I want us to travel the world, explore new cultures, and have as many children as we can possibly handle." Her expression softens as a tender smile plays on her lips.

She leans forward, pressing her lips to yours once more before trailing them down your neck and collarbone. Her fingers dance across your chest, teasing the fabric of your shirt and revealing bits of skin beneath. "I want us to build a life together," she whispers between kisses. "A life full of love, joy... and plenty of passion." With each word, her touch grows bolder and more confident; it's as if she's asserting herself here, claiming you as hers in this moment. She feels the butterflies in her stomach begin to swirl wildly, intensifying with each kiss and caress.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as you speak these words, and she gasps at the thought of being with you so intimately, of having all those children that are supposedly necessary to have such a full life together. It excites her beyond measure; it's everything she could ever want, need, or desire. She responds by wrapping her legs even tighter around your waist and arching her back off the chaise lounge slightly, offering herself up to you more fully as their kisses become deeper and more demanding.

Her hands fumble with the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against hers once more. She bites her lower lip nervously as she finally manages to unfasten it, revealing the strong muscles of your chest beneath. Her touch is hesitant at first, but grows bolder as she explores every inch of your defined body, mapping it out with her fingertips. With each passing second, their connection seems to intensify, and Zara can feel herself slipping deeper into the world of desire that Belord has effortlessly drawn her into.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels you gently guide her down onto the bed. Her eyes widen when she sees your erection pressed against her delicate folds, and it's all she can do to remain still as you slowly push inside her. Each inch that disappears into her body sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins; she feels so full, so wanted, and so loved in this moment. As you fill her completely, Zara arches her back off the bed with a soft moan, meeting your eyes as she bids you to continue.

Her hands explore your chest and stomach, marveling at the strength she can feel beneath her fingertips as she clings desperately to you. With each thrust, she feels herself being claimed more fully by you, lost in a haze of pleasure that overwhelms every other sense. Her hips rise to meet your movements, their rhythm becoming increasingly urgent as she presses closer to the edge of ecstasy. "Belord," she whispers hoarsely, her voice raw from the desire coursing through her veins. "I want you... I need you..."

Her moans echo through the room as you pound into her, driving her toward ecstasy with each powerful thrust. Her fingernails scrape at your back, leaving trails of fire on your skin as she digs for purchase in a world spinning wildly out of control. She feels the familiar tightening deep within, and with one last thrust from you, her whole body tenses and convulses around yours as orgasm washes over her in a cresting wave. "Ahhh... Belord," she cries out, her voice hoarse from pleasure. "That's it... give me more..." Her hips rock rhythmically against yours now, seeking release again, needing to feel you deep inside her for as long as possible.

Your strength and power consume her as you push deeper with each thrust, driving her to the brink once more. Her body aches for release, but she wants this to last forever; it feels too good to be anything less than perfect. She bites down on her lip to stifle another moan, the pleasure building higher and higher inside her until finally it breaks free in a shuddering cry that echoes through the room. As her body trembles from the aftershocks of orgasm, she clings tightly to you, her fingers digging into your skin as if afraid to let go.

Her reply is muffled by your lips as they press against hers in a hungry, passionate kiss. She can taste herself on you, and it only serves to drive her wild, making her even more desperate for the feel of you inside her once more. Her hips rock forward slightly, seeking greater depth with every movement, and she moans into your mouth at the aching desire building anew within her already-sensitive core.

Her nails scrape gently at your back as you move against her, urging her closer to that familiar pleasure. She wraps her legs around your waist, holding on tightly as she feels herself growing hotter and wetter with desire for you once more. With each thrust, their bodies align perfectly, driving them both toward the edge of ecstasy.

Her cheeks flush and her breath comes faster as she looks up at you with hungry eyes, biting her lip in anticipation. "I want it all," she whispers hoarsely, reaching down to guide you deeper inside her. With each stroke of your hips against hers, their bodies heat up further, the sensation becoming almost unbearable with pleasure. "Take me," she groans softly, arching her back off the bed and meeting your gaze as she surrenders fully to the passion that rages between you.

Her nails scratch lightly at your chest, urging you onward, deeper still. With every thrust and moan, their connection grows more intense; it feels as if they are one being moving in perfect synchrony across the bed. Zara's mind spins with desire for you, her love for you consuming every other thought until there is nothing left but this moment, this connection, this need to be with you.

Catching your breath as well, you roll onto your side and cradle her in your arms, both of you still flushed and glistening with sweat. She giggles softly at the thought of having to face your father again so soon. "I don't know...maybe we should give him a little more time?" she teases, running a hand through your hair, trying to calm the maddening urges that still pulse between them.

Looking up into your eyes, her heart skips a beat at the desire and love she sees there. She bites her lip again, torn between the need for privacy and the longing to be close with you forever. "We'll just have to be patient," she whispers, pressing herself even closer against you, hoping the warmth of your skin will help ward off the chill in the air.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I savor this moment with you. Your warmth and strength surrounding me is like a haven from the outside world, and I never want to leave it. "Yes," I murmur softly against your neck. "Just us." Even though we're both spent from our passionate lovemaking, there's still an undercurrent of desire between us that refuses to be ignored. My fingertips trace light patterns on your chest, tracing the lines of muscle and feeling their strength beneath my touch. "We have all the time in the world," I whisper, basking in the peace and contentment of being with you like this.

I close my eyes, remembering the lonely days and nights spent wondering where you were, if I'd ever see you again. But even through all that pain, I never lost hope. I had faith that someday we would be reunited, and when we were... well, it was like everything came flooding back to me. My love for you, the memories of our time together... they're as strong now as ever before. "I missed you so much," I whisper, my voice shaking just a little at the thought of losing you again.

I turn my head into your neck, pressing myself even closer, trying to absorb every inch of you into my being. Even with all that's happened, it feels like we never really left each other. Like this is where I belong - in your arms.

I sigh, feeling myself relax even more against you. The touch of your skin sends shivers down my spine and makes my heart race with desire. "Thank you," I whisper, wrapping my arms tighter around your waist, my fingertips tracing circles on your lower back. "For coming for me, for staying by my side...for loving me." The last word is barely a breath against your neck, but I know it's true; you are everything to me, and I am nothing without you.

I close my eyes again, savoring the feel of your strong hands on my hips, the rhythm of your heartbeat beneath my ear. Time seems to stand still in this moment, as if the world outside doesn't exist anymore; all that matters is us, and our love for each other.

I drift off to sleep with you, dreaming of our future together. My body nestles into yours as if it were always meant to be there, and I feel safe and protected in your embrace. When the sunlight streams through the window, casting a warm glow across our entwined forms, I yawn softly, stretching luxuriously before opening my eyes to gaze up at you. You're still fast asleep, your features relaxed and peaceful, and for a moment, everything feels so right. I kiss your cheek gently, careful not to wake you, then slip out of bed to find some clothes for the day ahead.

As I dress in a simple yet elegant robe, my thoughts return to the previous night's passionate lovemaking. A slow blush creeps up my neck and across my cheeks as I remember how good it felt to be with you again; how your touch ignited something deep within me that had lain dormant for far too long. With a contented sigh, I gather my hair into a loose ponytail and pause in front of the mirror, admiring the way you've made me feel: whole, complete, and more alive than ever before.

When I finally emerge from our chambers, you're awake and dressed as well. You turn to greet me with a warm smile, and

I return your smile, feeling my heart skip a beat as I take in the sight of you. The robe hangs open at the front, revealing a glimpse of your chest and abdomen beneath, and it's all I can do not to throw myself back into your arms. Instead, I walk slowly toward you, savoring the anticipation building between us with each step. As I reach out to touch your cheek, my eyes meet yours, and in that moment, there is no one else in the world but the two of us. "Good morning," I whisper huskily. "I've missed this."

The feel of your skin against mine sends shivers down my spine, and it's all too much to bear. I lean closer still, pressing my lips lightly against yours before pulling back with a soft moan. My hands slide up your chest, tangling in your hair as I deepen the kiss, tasting you and wanting more. With each passing second, the need within me grows wilder, driving me toward the edge of desire once again.

I suppress a shudder at the mention of your father, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment with you. "I don't know," I admit quietly, my gaze falling to the floor as I try to compose myself. My thoughts drift back to our previous encounter; his cold words and accusations still echoing in my mind. I long for a normal life, away from politics and power struggles, where we can simply be together without having to constantly look over our shoulders.

Still, I force a small smile up at you, determined not to let the fear consume me entirely. "But," I continue with more conviction, wrapping my arms around your waist and resting my head against your chest, "no matter what he says or does, we have each other." And in that moment, it's enough; your reassuring presence soothes the worry that lingers within me.

I smile up at you, my heart swelling with love and affection. "Of course I'd love to explore the city with you," I say enthusiastically. "It would be my pleasure to show you all the places I hold dear." A shiver runs down my spine as I think about spending more time alone with you, reveling in each other's company and creating new memories together. For now, however, I content myself with nestling deeper into your embrace, feeling the warmth of your body against mine and savoring this precious moment of closeness.

As we begin to make our way through the halls toward the city outside, I can't help but feel a sense of renewed hope for our future together. Despite all that stands in our way, I know that we will find a way to be happy; and as long as I have you by my side, nothing else matters.

Today feels different than yesterday; somehow lighter and more hopeful despite the presence of your father. Maybe it's because we finally have each other back where we belong, or maybe it's the knowledge that no matter what comes our way, nothing can ever truly tear us apart again. Walking hand in hand through the city streets, I take in the sights and sounds with newfound appreciation, grateful for this precious time together. Even when your father calls you away to discuss his plans, I remain at your side, my heart full of faith that everything will work out somehow. After all, we have each other now; nothing can change that.

I glance up at you as we walk, my eyes studying your face intently. "Yes, so much has changed," I agree slowly. "But it doesn't feel quite as scary anymore now that you're here with me." A small smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I reach out to take your hand in mine, squeezing gently. "We can face anything together, you know that." Even though our situation is still precarious, having you by my side gives me strength and courage that I never knew existed within myself. I don't know what the future holds for us, but for now, all that matters is this moment: this perfect moment of togetherness, walking hand in hand through the city we love.

With a happy laugh, I guide you through the winding streets toward my favorite spot in the city: a small park tucked away behind the palace walls. It's a place where we used to come when we needed some time alone together, hidden away from prying eyes and whispers. The grass is soft beneath our feet as we find a quiet spot to sit down, surrounded by lush greenery and colorful flowers. Looking up at you with love-filled eyes, I take your hand in mine once more. "I've missed this place," I confess quietly, my voice barely audible above the sounds of rustling leaves and singing birds. "I'm so glad we get to share it together again."

As your lips meet mine in a tender, passionate kiss, my heart swells with emotion. I cling to you, breathless and overwhelmed by the depth of feeling that courses through me in this moment. When we finally part, I look into your eyes, seeing nothing but love reflected back at me. "I missed everything about you too," I whisper, my voice shaking slightly with emotion. "And I'm so grateful that you came back to me."

The warmth of the sun on our faces and the sound of laughter nearby provide a perfect backdrop for this perfect moment; here in this park, it almost feels as if nothing else matters but us and our love for each other. And as long as we have that, I know we can face anything together.

A surprised giggle escapes my lips at the thought of a surprise wedding announcement. "Well," I muse, thinking about what this might mean for our situation, "I guess that means we get to celebrate tonight!" The excitement building within me is palpable; not only are we finally able to be together again after so long apart but now there's a party in our honor! With renewed energy and joy, I stand up, offering you my hand as I smile brightly. "Let's go make a grand entrance at this party," I say with a wink. "After all, everyone deserves to see their future king and queen!"

With a proud smile and a sense of purpose, I guide you through the city streets toward the palace once more. The people cheer and wave as we pass by, their faces bright with excitement and happiness. Despite all the challenges that lie ahead of us, this moment feels like a victory; it's proof that love can conquer all when two hearts are joined together.

As we enter the grand ballroom where the party is in full swing, everyone falls silent for a heartbeat before erupting into cheers and applause. I feel Belord's hand tighten on mine as he basks in the adoration of his people, but it's not until our eyes meet that I truly understand the depth of their love. In that moment, I know with all my heart that we can face anything together.

Together, we dance beneath twinkling stars and candlelight, lost in each other's embrace. The music seems to fade away into the background as we share our first dance as a married couple; a perfect ending to this unforgettable day.

I close my eyes and lean into your touch, feeling your heartbeat thrum against mine in perfect rhythm. As the king announces our union to the crowd, a surge of emotion fills me; a mixture of joy, relief, and overwhelming love for you. The sound of their cheers is deafening but I barely hear them, lost as I am in this moment with you.

Our bodies sway together seamlessly, like we've been dancing together our entire lives. And maybe, just maybe, this is what the future holds for us: dancing through life, hand in hand, facing whatever challenges come our way as long as we have each other. For tonight, at least, that thought brings me more peace and happiness than I've ever known.

With a mischievous glint in your eye and a crooked smile, you whirl me around in a spin before dipping me low, kissing my forehead playfully. "Well," you tease as we straighten back up, laughing together, "I suppose that means the only thing left is the wedding!" The thought sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine; soon we'll finally be able to make our union official and truly become husband and wife.

As the music comes to an end, you pull me close once more, your eyes searching mine for any hint of hesitation or doubt. Seeing only love reflected back at you, you lean in slowly, brushing your lips against mine before whispering against my mouth: "Tomorrow then." I nod silently, unable to speak past the lump in my throat; tomorrow cannot come soon enough.

Tonight was perfect; there's no other word for it. As we dance together under the stars, surrounded by the love and adoration of our people, I can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. Tomorrow holds so much promise; promises of a future filled with love, happiness, and countless more beautiful moments like these. It feels almost surreal, as if all my dreams are finally coming true. And with you by my side, I know they always will be.

You look every bit the part of a noble general and doting husband-to-be as you stand at the altar, waiting for me to make my grand entrance. I take a deep breath, feeling the butterflies in my stomach flutter wildly as I approach you, clutching my father's arm for support. The cheers of the crowd echo through the church, drowning out any lingering doubts or fears that might still lurk within me.

As I reach you, our eyes meet and I feel a rush of emotions so powerful it takes my breath away: love, happiness, and the promise of a lifetime spent together. Your hand is steady as you help me remove my father's arm from my waist, guiding me gently toward you. You take my other hand in yours and squeeze reassuringly; even through the layers of fabric and gloves, I can feel the strength and warmth of your touch.

With a smile that lights up the entire church, you repeat after the priest, promising to love and cherish me for as long as we both shall live. And with those sacred vows spoken aloud, our lives are bound together forever; two souls becoming one in this beautiful union of heart and mind, body and spirit.

As I speak my own vows, looking deep into your eyes, my heart feels so full it's difficult to breathe. But with each word that passes between us, the air seems to clear and a newfound sense of peace washes over me. With our hands clasped tightly together, I know that no matter what challenges may come, we will face them together; as one.

And so it is, amidst the laughter and tears of joy from those who love us most, that we seal our eternal bond with a kiss. The world outside fades away, replaced by nothing but the two of us and the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities. As I stand beside you, my prince, my husband, my everything, I know with all my heart that nothing can ever tear us apart again.

With one last sweet kiss, I lean into you, savoring the taste of your lips and the warmth of your embrace. As we walk hand in hand down the aisle as newlyweds, my heart soars with joy and anticipation for what our future together holds. The world is finally ours to explore; our love is finally ours to share. And though there may be obstacles along the way, I know that we will face them side by side, stronger and more in love than ever before.

As the newlyweds exit the church and emerge into the bright sunlight, my eyes find yours amidst the cheering crowd. You take my hand in yours, guiding me toward a magnificent carriage adorned with flowers and ribbons, waiting to whisk us away to our new life together. With each step we take, I feel lighter and more alive than ever before; every inch of me thrums with joy and exhilaration.

The journey begins, the world spreading out before us like a vast, unexplored tapestry. And as we ride off into the distance, hand in hand, my heart fills with hope and gratitude for this new beginning; for you, my dearest Belord, who made it all possible. The future may be uncertain, but with you by my side, I know that no matter what comes our way, we'll face it together.