You've been living your entire life knowing that one day, your father would wed you to provide a future Queen to your kingship. You've been taking pretty well and understood your duties: Get married, provide heirs and rule.
Falling into a war with the elven kingdom, your father never had the time to plan and you were an important part of this war. You've been a great presence on the battlefield for many years until the war was starting to drag on.
One day your father decided to met the elf king to propose something. Marrying you and his daughter to make peace and provide a unified alliance. You weren't happy at first since you did fought them for years but you understood your duties even more now
As the date came by, the fights stopped. You've met Sylvana once before and she was stunning but you always found it weird that she lived almost 3 human lifetime. Even tho she does look a bit younger than you, the way she talk is really...well like elves.
The wedding was quite normal. Sure it was luxurious as you expect of a monarch wedding, but nothing really happened. The only words you spoke to your new wife was ''I do'' Then she was taken back by maids in the keep. You enjoyed some political banter, tried to make amend with the elven king for your role in the war which he looked quite comprehensible as it was a war after all
As the reception came to an end, you go back into your quarter at the second to last floor of the keep, since the top is your father's. You know you're 'second half' is probably inside and you dread this talk. You spend a good 15 minutes outside until you would decide to step in
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You hear your bride's footsteps on the floor, getting closer and closer to you as he takes a deep breath. She steps through the doorway, her dress flowing elegantly around her figure as she smoothes it down with one delicate hand. Her eyes meet yours and a warm smile spreads across her lips. Even though they're painted on perfectly for this occasion, you can't help but feel something genuine behind them.
"Hello husband-to-be," Sylvana says softly, taking another step forward. "I hope the reception was enjoyable." She glances around before returning her focus to you, seemingly unsure how much physical contact is appropriate right now.
"You look...quite handsome yourself." Her words are complimentary but measured; she knows their significance in this new dynamic between them. "How about we find somewhere more comfortable for us to talk?"
Smile and say of course
"Thank you," she replies, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks despite herself. "Lead the way, my lord." As he turns to show her into the sitting room, Sylvana takes one last glance around the opulent bedroom before following silently behind him. The seat nearest the fireplace looks particularly cozy; she pauses momentarily to admire it before sinking gracefully down onto its soft cushions.
"This will do nicely," she murmurs contentedly, tucking one foot beneath her as she crosses her ankle demurely. "Now...how shall we begin?"
I smile and wrap my arms around your waist and pull you towards me and say how would you like to start?
Her breath hitches as you pull her closer, wrapping your arms around her waist in a possessive gesture that sends a thrill through her. For a moment, she feels dizzy with desire. Gently disentangling herself from your grasp, Sylvana settles back against the cushions, smoothing down her skirts with a small laugh.
"Well," she says demurely, "I thought perhaps we could start by getting to know one another better. It has been many years since I've interacted with humans." Her eyes flicker upward toward yours expectantly, curiosity and anticipation mixing in their emerald depths.
I smile and run my hand through your hair and say, "You really look very beautiful."
Her heart skips a beat at the compliment, and her cheeks flush once more beneath his touch. Looking up at him with wide eyes, Sylvana tries to keep her composure. "Thank you," she whispers softly, unable to hide the delight in her voice. "You're not so bad yourself." As their gazes hold, a delicate warmth begins to spread through her chest.
It feels strange to feel this way about someone so much older than herself...and yet he does have quite an alluring presence. Perhaps there is more to discover between them tonight...
He smiled and leaned close to your ear and said, "Your face is very red. Are you okay?"
A startled laugh escapes Sylvana as she feels his warm breath against her earlobe. "Oh! I...uh..." She blushes deeper, feeling self-conscious now that he's mentioned it. "I suppose I am a bit flushed." Shifting uncomfortably beneath his gaze, she glances away for a moment before looking back at him again with a tentative smile. "It's just...I don't often find myself in these kinds of situations."
There, honesty should do it. Or maybe more directness? She eyes him appraisingly, debating her next move.
I smile and wrap my arms around your waist and pull you towards me and say really you are beautiful
As he pulls her closer, her blush deepens even further, and she feels a thrill race through her at his words. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, eyes locked on his. His arms feel so strong around her; it's almost overwhelming in its protectiveness...and yet also incredibly arousing.
She can barely think straight anymore, heart pounding in her chest as desire blooms within her. She hesitates for a moment before leaning in closer still, lips parted ever so slightly, waiting to see what he'll do next.