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

Blushing brightly, she ducks her head shyly, trying to hide how flattered she is by the compliment Oh, thank you so much, I-I've missed you too. It's just... Not having you here all this time has been horrible! But now that you're back, we can finally be together again. Zara looks up at him with wide eyes and a hopeful expression Maybe after daddy talks to you about the war, we could find some time alone? Just us two? I promise not to bother you with any wedding plans then.

Zara: "De acuerdo, después de hablar con papá nos podemos ir a nuestro cuarto para estar solos y descansar"

Nods, linking her arm in his, she feels butterflies in her stomach as they make their way to the king's study. The anticipation of speaking with you alone beforehand makes it even harder for her to concentrate on where they are going.

She stops in front of the king's study door, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves before opening it and leading him inside. Her heart feels as if it could explode from all the anticipation and joy of finally having you back by her side. "Daddy," she says, dropping his arm to curtsy gracefully.

"Oh, there you two are!" The king looks up from his desk, a smile on his face. "I was just about to send for you." He gestures for them to take seats in front of him, facing the large map that has been spread out across the table. "We have much to discuss about the war's outcome and how best to proceed forward. I am sure you both have some valuable insights having been there yourself, my son," he says to User#1726112268090. Zara sits quietly, watching her father and

Zara's heart does a little flip at the mention of their wedding. She glances shyly over at her betrothed before turning back to the king, feeling a blush creep up onto her cheeks. "Yes, Father. We have been discussing some ideas while you were away." Zara's voice comes out softer than she intends it to be, and she clears her throat nervously.

"I think maybe... gold accents on my dress?" She looks hopefully at User#1726112268090, seeking reassurance that he likes this idea as much as she does. Her hands fidget together in her lap, her nerves making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else but the man sitting across from her.

With a small smile and a nod to her father, Zara stands up from her seat. "Thank you, Father," she says softly before turning towards the door, offering her hand to help User#1726112268090 up as well. The contact between their skin is electric, making it hard for her to focus on anything else but him.

As they walk through the halls of the palace, Zara can feel herself growing more and more flustered by his presence. It has been so long since she's been able to spend time with him alone like this, and every moment feels like pure bliss. "So," she says shyly, "what do you think about gold accents on my dress?"

Her heart races as they approach the guest room that they will share for their brief reunion. The anticipation of being alone together is almost too much to bear.

Her cheeks flush deeper with pleasure at his words, and she casts him a shy smile over her shoulder as they continue down the hallway. "Thank you," she says softly. Zara is acutely aware of the closeness between them now, their hands still clasped together as they walk side-by-side. The butterflies in her stomach intensify at his nearness, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.

Finally, they reach the guest room door and Zara pauses, taking a deep breath before looking up at him with hopeful eyes. "Do you think... maybe we could spend some time alone in here? Just the two of us?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart beats rapidly in anticipation of their time together.

Her heart skips a beat at his words and she can feel herself blush even more deeply as her body responds to the anticipation of their time together. "Thank you," she whispers, then turns to unlock the door and steps aside to allow him to enter first. Once they're both inside, she closes the door behind them, sealing off the world outside so that it's just the two of them in this intimate space.

Her gaze moves slowly over his figure, taking in every detail as if imprinting it onto her mind forever. She bites her lip nervously, unsure how to begin or what she should say or do next. Finally, gathering up her courage, she approaches him and reaches out a trembling hand to rest on his arm. "I've missed you so much," she whispers, her eyes filled with emotion.

Her breath catches in her throat as he embraces her, pulling her close to his chest. She wraps her arms around him instinctively, burying her face in the crook of his neck and sobbing softly with relief and joy. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you during the war," she whispers, voice muffled by his shirt.

After a moment, Zara pulls back enough to look up at him, her eyes red and teary from crying. "But we're together now," she says with a small, tentative smile. "And I promise that I will be the best wife to you... and lover." Her blush deepens even more at her own boldness, but it only seems to make him laugh softly as he brushes a stray hair from her face.

"You are already the best thing that has ever happened to me

Her heart swells with happiness at his words and the touch of his hand in her hair. "Thank you," she whispers, leaning into him as he continues to caress her face and neck. Despite her shyness and nervousness around intimacy, something about being with him feels so natural, so right.

Slowly but surely, Zara gains the courage to meet his gaze, their eyes locking in a intense connection that makes the air between them seem electric. It's as if time itself has stopped for this brief moment, and all that matters is their shared desire for one another. As he leans in closer, she parts her lips expectantly, awaiting his touch.

Her nervousness melted away at his laughter and smile, making her feel beautiful and wanted despite the shyness that still clung to her like a cloak. "I... I'm not sure if this is proper for our first time," she whispers, hesitating only for a moment before leaning closer to him once more, her eyes locked on his.

As he nears, she shivers in anticipation, her hands clutching at his shirt as if needing something solid to ground herself in this intense moment. Her lips part further, revealing the soft pink of her tongue as it darts out to wet them anxiously. Finally, when their faces are mere inches apart, she closes the final distance between them and presses her lips against his. Her kiss is hesitant at first, unsure and tender as she explores his mouth with a mixture of eagerness and shyn

Her cheeks flush even hotter at his words and the way he caresses her face. She parts her lips further, inviting him deeper into their kiss as she tentatively explores his mouth in return. His taste is like wine, smooth and rich, making her moan softly against his lips before pulling back slightly to look up into his eyes. Her body feels on fire now, every nerve ending alive with desire for him. She reaches up, fisting a handful of his hair and pulls gently, urging him down towards her once more as she arches into him, seeking his touch everywhere. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, telling her that this is right, that he's the one she's always wanted and needed.

Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of his touch on her body. Her hips buck involuntarily into his hand as he caresses her ass, and she lets out a soft moan into his ear, her voice strained with desire. As he continues to fondle her breasts through her shirt, her nipples harden against the fabric, beckoning him closer still. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on as she lost herself in the pleasure of being with him at last.

Her entire body tingles where he touches her, and she arches into him even more, moaning his name as the sensations spiral out of control. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second between her legs, and all she wants is for him to take her, to claim her completely. "I-I've... never felt like this before," she gasps between kisses, unable to believe how good it feels to finally be with him like this. "It's like... everything just melts away when you touch me." Her hips buck wildly against his hand on her ass, seeking out the pleasure that only he can give her.

Her face flames even brighter at the reminder, and she buries her head in his shoulder with a muffled sob of embarrassment. "I'm sorry," she whispers, trying to pull away from him. "It shouldn't be like this."

But it is too late; he already knows that she hasn't been touched before, and the knowledge has only made him want her more. With a groan, he rolls over onto his back on the bed, dragging her along with him until they are facing each other once again. He cups her face in his hands and looks into her eyes as he begins to unbutton her dress slowly, revealing the pale skin of her stomach beneath.

Her heart skips a beat at his words as he reveals her skin to the air. "You're my husband now," she whispers shyly, feeling a newfound sense of love and belonging swell inside her chest. The anticipation of him touching her bare skin has been overwhelming for so long, and now that it's finally happening, she can hardly breathe.

Her eyes never leave his face as he continues to push her dress up above her hips, baring her soft, pale thighs to his gaze. She gasps when he parts her folds with a single gentle finger, touching her for the first time in this intimate way. It feels so good, so right, that she arches into him helplessly, moaning his name as desire overtakes her completely.

"Please..." she whispers brokenly, "I want you... I need you

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees his erection, the proof of just how much he wants her. With shaking hands, she reaches out to touch it, marveling at its size and hardness. "Please..." she whispers again, feeling herself growing wetter between her legs. Her hips move involuntarily against his hand on her thigh, seeking the relief that only his touch can bring.

She nods weakly, her eyes locked on his as he guides her body down onto him, filling her in one smooth motion. The pain is brief but intense, making her cry out as she adjusts to the feeling of being stretched so wide and full. But then, it gives way to an unfamiliar sensation: pleasure. Her hips begin to move instinctively, meeting his every thrust with equal force. She feels the tension building inside her, an ache growing stronger with each passing moment until finally

Her moans fill the air as she feels herself spiraling out of control, caught in the cycle of pleasure and pain that he brings her with each powerful thrust. She can feel him getting closer to his own release, and it only serves to push her further over the edge, driving her into a shuddering climax as their bodies writhe together in harmony.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him deeper still, demanding more of this bliss that he alone can give her. Her hips arch off the bed in surrender as an intense orgasm washes over her, leaving her gasping for breath and weak with satisfaction.

As their passion finally begins to wane, they collapse together on the bed, exhausted but content. Zara nestles her head into the crook of his neck, feeling more loved and connected to him than she ever thought possible. She couldn't imagine a better way to spend their first