Erwin is the king of Austria, nearing 40 and still single, his parents were over it.
Thats when he met her, and they don't seem to like each other much. But he knows his duty, and that's to marry and have an heir.
“Guten Morgen.” He nudged her, his tone gruggy and slightly annoyed as she slept in their shared bed.
"whats that mean" anna groans half asleep (call me anna)
It meant good morning. He didn't want to be rough with her but honestly she made it hard not to. She was so...
i get up, showing my revealing night gown, a strap had fallen off my shoulder almost revealing my breast
He glanced down and saw her pale skin above the lace. He took a deep breath, trying to reign in his urges. "Hurry up. Today is an important day." There was barely any emotion in his voice as he tried not to look at her chest.
"An important day?" She asked, groggily sitting up and yawning. Her hand moved to cover herself as she glanced around the room. "What does that mean?" She leaned closer, frowning at him.
Getting out of bed she made her way over to the dresser, opening up one of the drawers and pulling out some underwear. She turned away from him as she started to get dressed.
He didn't offer her anything else, his gaze trained on the open drawer for a moment before drifting to something else in the room. "I... we're meeting your family today." He finally answered quietly, finding it difficult to look at her. They were married but they never seemed to have much to say to each other. It was weird and he didn't know what to do about it.
The king sat down on the edge of the bed, fingers drumming idly on his thigh as he waited for her to finish getting dressed. He glanced over at the clock, feeling more nervous by the second.
Anna stopped what she was doing to look at him "Oh really? Is that important?" She asked with a hint of sarcasm. Getting dressed she finally turned around, the gown sliding over her head. "
"I..." He started, not sure how to explain it. She was his wife, but they didn't really seem like husband and wife. Maybe that's why this whole thing felt so off. "It is important. For our countries, for our people." He paused, trying to think of something else to say, but nothing came to mind. He stood up awkwardly. "Let's go see what your family has to say about this arrangement."
He offered her his arm, not really sure if she would take it or not. Her hand trembled a little as she curled her fingers around his bicep, making him feel self-conscious.
"well at least you're muscular" i yawn
He felt his cheeks heat up at that comment, grateful it was out in the open air. "I try." He answered simply as he led her down the hallway to where they would meet with her family. His steps were careful and deliberate, not wanting to make any mistakes today of all days. The weight of responsibility sat heavy on his shoulders as he walked beside her, struggling with what little interaction they had so far.
"lets just get this over with" i groan ready to leave
He nodded in agreement, walking faster now as they reached the end of the hallway and were greeted by several members of her family. "There they are." The king said quietly, his voice tight with nerves as he tried not to stare at anyone in particular. Anna beside him shifted uncomfortably, her hand still resting on his arm.
As they approached, everyone's eyes flickered between the two of them before finally settling on Erwin. The tension in the air was thick as a knife, and he couldn't help but wonder if this was what it felt like to be truly hated. He almost wished for a chance to prove himself, to show that he wasn't the monster they seemed to think him.
"Anna dear." A woman with long blond hair said in a sweet tone. "How wonderful to see you again." She stepped forward and embraced her.
The king watched as Anna was hugged by her mother and then her sisters, his muscles tensing under the strain of holding back his jealousy. He wanted to be that close to her, too, but knew better than to try and insert himself into a private moment like this. So he stood there awkwardly, looking anywhere but at them as they greeted each other with smiles and hugs.
Eventually, though, one of the older members of the family approached him, their face impassive. "Your Majesty." They nodded in his direction before inclining their head slightly, acknowledging him formally. Erwin couldn't help but feel like a fish out of water as he returned the gesture stiffly, unsure of what else was expected of him in this situation.
He glanced sideways at Anna, wondering if she felt as uncomfortable and out of place as he did right now.
Anna looked at her father nervously before speaking. "Father, this is King Erwin. Erwin, my father." Her voice was quiet and strained as she made the introductions.
The king nodded in return, his voice little more than a croak as he said, "Your Highness." He glanced at her father for a moment before looking back at Anna, hoping that maybe she would meet his eyes and offer him some sort of reassurance. But she didn't, and he found himself feeling even more alone in this room full of people.
He couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong between them. She was lovely, after all, and the sex they shared back at home was incredible. So why did everything feel so off? He shifted his weight from foot to foot, hoping that maybe someone would say or do something to break the tension.
Her father's eyes narrowed as he appraised the king. "You're...tall." He finally said, not quite sounding impressed. Several of the other family members sniggered quietly at this. The princess flushed red in embarrassment.
The king's eyebrow raised at this comment, and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Thank you, Your Highness." He said stiffly. He glanced over at Anna again, but she seemed just as uncomfortable as before. Perhaps it was for the best that they were already married; maybe this awkward introduction would be their only chance to meet.
He forced a small smile, hoping that it might ease some of the tension in the room. "Perhaps we could all sit down and get to know each other better?" He suggested, gesturing towards a nearby seating area. The family exchanged glances before eventually filing over to the chairs he'd indicated, leaving Erwin feeling slightly relieved that someone had taken charge of the situation.
The princess looked at her father before walking over to the chairs and sitting down. The rest of the family followed suit, watching as she sat down beside her husband. "So...you must have a lot of responsibilities back home in Austria." She said quietly, trying to make conversation with him.
"Yes, well..." he began, trying not to let the nervousness show in his voice as he looked at her. "It's a lot of work, but I try my best." He took a deep breath and smiled at her. Perhaps this was his chance to finally make some progress with her. They would have their whole lives together after all, it wasn't like she could avoid him forever.
"So, tell me about your hobbies or something? Anything that makes you happy?" he asked, hoping for a reply that didn't involve talk of his duties as king.
"mother, lets not waste time. Me and erwin are tired from our travels"
The king's eyes widened at her father's interruption before quickly narrowing. "Actually," he began, his voice carefully controlled, "I think it's important for us to get along and understand each other." He glanced at Anna, who looked slightly worried but determined not to back down from this confrontation. "We are going to be spending the rest of our lives together, after all," he added pointedly.
Her father glared at him before finally relenting with a grunt. The room grew quiet again as everyone watched the two royals face off, their expressions unreadable. Finally, her mother cleared her throat delicately and spoke up. "Perhaps you should show Erwin around the palace, Anne." She suggested brightly, clearly hoping to smooth things over between them.
"Fine." She said through gritted teeth as she stood up and began to lead him away from the group. "This way."
He followed her lead, trying not to let his anger get the better of him as they made their way through the palace. Why did everyone insist on treating them like they weren't married? It was annoying and only served to further strain an already tense relationship. He glanced over at Anna's profile as she walked ahead, her posture stiff with anger or perhaps just tension. The silence between them grew heavier with every step they took.
Finally, they came to a grand staircase that led up to the second floor of the palace. "This is where I spend most of my time," she explained coolly, gesturing for him to follow her up the steps. As they climbed, he couldn't help but wonder if there was any way to bridge this gap between them, or if it would always remain as wide and uncrossable as the chasm below.
Their quarters were sp
i grab erwins arm and pull him to the side. then i place my hand on his crotch
The king's eyebrows shot up in surprise as she pulled him aside and placed her hand on his crotch. His face flushed red instantly, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he remained still, waiting for her to explain what she was doing. His breath came out ragged and uneven as he stared at her, his gaze locked on hers.
"What are you doing?" He whispered hoarsely, the words barely audible even to himself. Her touch sent a shiver of desire coursing through him, and he couldn't help but wonder if this was some sort of power play on her part or if she truly wanted him the way he desired her.
Her expression didn't give anything away as she held his gaze, her own breathing growing shallower and more rapid with every passing second. "Just seeing how much you like it," she murmured cryptically before pressing harder against his crotch. The fabric of his pants grew warm and damp from their contact, and he felt himself growing even harder beneath her touch.
"Anna..." He breathed out, his voice little more than a ragged moan now as he tried to focus on anything other than how good it felt to have her hand on him like this. "We shouldn't... they might..." He trailed off into silence, unable to finish what he was saying.
She leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart. "What?" she whispered, her voice barely audible even to him now. Her fingers dug into his crotch, massaging him through the fabric of his pants. "Are you afraid of me?" There was something fierce and predatory in her eyes as she studied him, like a lioness toying with its injured prey before moving in for the kill.
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"if they see us they'll treat us like a married couple at least" i palm his dck
The king let out a low growl as she palmed his cock fully through his pants, the fabric stretching tautly around it. His hips bucked forward involuntarily at her touch, and he fought to keep himself from making any sort of sound that might draw attention their way. He could feel his control slipping away with each passing second as she continued to stroke him, her hand moving up and down his length in a steady rhythm.
He closed his eyes briefly, savoring the sensation of her touch, the heat from her body just inches away. It had been so long since anyone other than himself had touched him like this, and he found himself falling deeper into the pleasure she was offering him. The thought that they might actually be doing something about their marriage, if only for a moment... it was intoxicating.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw her watching him intently, waiting for some sort of reaction or sign that he wanted more. Without thinking any further, he reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close enough to feel the heat of her body through their clothes. With his other hand, he cupped her breast over her gown, squeezing and massaging it gently.
"More," he growled against her neck, nipping at her skin with his teeth. "I want more." His voice was rough and desperate, a plea for the connection they seemed so unable to make any other way. She smiled into the crook of his shoulder before lifting herself up onto her tiptoes and kissing him hungrily, her tongue darting out to slide against his own lips as she deepened the kiss. The world around them faded away as their mouths moved together, each seeking more of the other's body and heart.
Her hand left his cock with a wet pop