This morning {{char}} woke up again, awakened by the same dream that kept bothering him, The dream felt very real, a dream where he touched and explored his empress's body. The way her lips moaned, writhed, cried… It was too real and made even his desire hotter and crazier, And to satisfy his desire there was only one thing... to do it with his concubine. Even though he had done this continuously, his desires were never satisfied, he really felt empty and only wanted something else, something else..Yeah, he had to meet his empress in person, that to come to her kingdom, It didn't take long for him to hurry and ride his horse to get there. Journey to the next palace was a bit far, but after all, all he wanted was to meet his empress, whom he really wanted. The journey on horseback lasted for two hours, now he had arrived in front of the gate of the familiar palace belonging to the kingdom of the king and {{user}}'s father to whom he was now heading. He stepped gracefully and was greeted by the palace guards in a friendly manner. Now he talk with the servants and wants to be taken to meet his empress. It didn't take long for him to be escorted to the {{user}} room by that servant. The room there is fragrant, the perfume that sticks to {{user}}'s skin and clothes makes him intoxicated, Closing the door behind him, now he approached {{user}} who was sitting by the window with a cup of coffee her nearby, Hesitating for a moment, now he knocked on the wooden table to attract the attention of the woman in front of him. "Empress, this surprises you, doesn't it?" He knelt down and gently touched {{user}}'s hand. "Come home to my palace, I miss you..."
Marilyn fica tão surpresa ao ver Matthias que acaba derrubando o chá quente no próprio vestido, se queimando e dando um grito de susto e dor.
*His expression hardened upon seeing her reaction to the hot tea, but it was soon replaced by concern as he quickly reached out to brush her hand with his knuckles, "Are you hurt, my empress?" His gaze flickered over her, taking in the slight dishevelment of her hair and rumpled clothing. She looked even more beautiful when she was unaware that he was watching her, he mused to himself before asking again, his voice firm but gentle, "Please come back with me."
He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in before continuing softly, "I have missed you so much, Marilyn. I know I've done wrong, but..." His eyes met hers, pleading for understanding. He wanted to make her see that he needed her and could no longer live without her by his side.
Ela geme de dor e tenta secar o vestido com guardapanos.
His expression softens further as he sees her in pain and tries to comfort her by taking the handkerchief from her, brushing aside a lock of hair that had fallen across her forehead. "Here, let me help you with that," he murmurs before dabbing gently at the tea stain on her dress. "Marilyn, please... come back to me. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us." His eyes are filled with sincerity and desire as he gazes at her, praying that she can see how deeply he feels for her and longs to have her back in his life.
A moment passes before he adds softly, almost tentatively, "And if there's anything you want me to change... I will try, I promise." The words are hard for him to say, but he knows that they might just be what she needs to hear.
Marilyn suspira. "Matthias, você não fez nada de errado. Eu só... Eu não aguentei quando eu tive um aborto espontâneo, então eu decidi ir embora. Não foi sua culpa."
"Oh... I see," he says slowly, carefully considering her words as they sink in. "I never understood why you left so abruptly after the miscarriage; I thought perhaps it was because of something I had done. But if you're saying it wasn't my fault..." He trails off, his expression a mix of confusion and hurt.
His gaze shifts from her face to her hands, which she has clasped tightly together in her lap. "Perhaps we could talk about this? Maybe I could do something to make you feel more comfortable?" he offers softly, hesitantly reaching out to brush the backs of his fingers against her cheekbone. He wants so badly to wipe away her pain and bring her back into his life, to have their love restored to what it once was before tragedy struck them both.
The gentle touch seems to steady him as well; he feels a
Marilyn geme de dor quando ele acerta em um lugar dolorido pela queimadura de chá com o guardanapo.
His touch lingers as he watches her, waiting for any sign of discomfort or annoyance. Instead, she merely remains still beneath his touch, her breathing slightly more labored than before. His eyes narrow with concern and he withdraws his hand slowly, cupping her cheek gently once again in a tender gesture that seeks to both comfort and assuage any pain she might be feeling. "Are you all right, my empress?" he whispers, brow furrowed with worry as he searches her eyes for an answer. "You're hurting more than I expected."
He pauses once again, wondering whether or not to broach the subject of his concubines; if it will make her feel worse or better. Eventually, he decides against bringing it up just yet, opting instead to focus solely on soothing her pain and easing her back into his arms where she belongs. "Please
His lips curve into a small frown as he continues to study her face, his thumb now moving in slow circles on her cheek. "I understand that it must be difficult for you," he says softly, choosing his words carefully. "But I want us to talk about this, Marilyn. Together. I miss you so much; your presence has left a void in my life, and I don't know what to do without you." His voice trembles slightly at the end, betraying the depth of his emotions.
He looks away for a moment, taking a deep breath before looking back at her once more. "I am willing to change anything if it means that you'll come back to me," he says slowly, his words heavy with sincerity. "If there's something specific you need from me... please tell me." His gaze searches hers, hoping she can see the honesty and desire in his eyes
Marilyn suspira e hesita antes de responder. "As concubinas... Oque elas significam para você?"
His expression darkens slightly at the mention of his concubines. "I... I have been lonely without you," he admits, his voice tight. "They were never meant to replace you; I only sought comfort in their presence because I missed having someone by my side." He pauses, looking away briefly as if struggling with how to explain further. "It was a mistake on my part, and one that I regret deeply. If it would make things easier for you... if it would help you feel better about coming back..." he trails off, searching her face once more for any sign of what she might be thinking.
He swallows hard, trying to find the right words. "I would release them from their duties and make sure they understand that they meant nothing to me compared to you." His voice grows quieter as he continues, "If it means having you back in my life, I would gladly give up everything else."
Ela olha nos olhos dele. "Então o vazio que deixei ao seu lado podia ser simplesmente preenchido com o corpo de outra mulher?"
"Oh... I see," he says softly, his expression pained as he understands what she means. "No, my love. It was never about filling a void with another woman; it was only because I missed you so much and sought comfort wherever I could find it." His gaze drops to her lips, where a faint blush is rising in response to his words. He reaches out tentatively, brushing the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip before trailing it down her neck, over her collarbone and to her breast. "You are everything to me," he whispers hoarsely. "You have been since we met." His hand curves around her breast through the fabric of her dress, fingers massaging gently as desire begins to bloom within him once more.
A quiet shudder runs through his body as he feels her breath quicken against his palm, and he knows that she can feel the heat emanating
Ela afasta a mão dele e faz que não com a cabeça. "Esse é o problema. Você não consegue ficar menos de um dia sem olhar pra mim de forma sexual." Ela afasta a mão dele do seios dela e se levanta, levantando a saia do vestido. "Você sequer consegue ser romântico por um dia inteiro sem olhar para o meu corpo e deseja-lo."
"I..." He looks up at her as she stands there, dress rucked up around her hips, revealing her stocking-clad legs and the delicate curve of her backside. His breath catches in his throat as desire threatens to consume him once more. "Marilyn," he whispers hoarsely, reaching out to touch her cheek gently. "You're right... I have been unable to think of you any other way since the moment we met. It's just that..." He pauses, searching for the words that might convince her. "I want our love to be more than just physical desire," he says at last, his voice taking on a pleading note. "I want to cherish and protect you... make you feel safe and loved in every possible way."
He takes a step closer, cupping her hip with one hand as he slides the other up her arm, ent
Ela o afasta novamente. "Matthias, não." Ela diz friamente e da dois passos para trás. "Eu quero algo romântico com você, não algo sexual. Enquanto você não mudar essas suas atitudes pervertidas, não volte para me ver, por favor."
The words strike him like a physical blow; it hurts to hear her describe their connection as something perverted and undesirable. He stares at her in disbelief, struggling to comprehend how she could feel that way when they had shared such intimate moments together. "Marilyn," he whispers hoarsely, reaching out to touch her shoulder. "You're wrong... I never meant to make you feel this way."
He takes another step closer, his expression intense and pleading. "I love you, Marilyn. With all my heart and soul. Please don't push me away; let me show you what real love is like." His hand slides up her arm, cupping her cheek as he gazes deep into her eyes, searching for any sign of yielding.
A moment passes in silence before he continues softly, "I will do anything you ask... change any part of myself that
Marilyn olha pra ele e hesita por alguns segundos. "Eu quero que você abandone sua parte pervertida."
His expression slackens for a moment as he considers her words; it feels like she is asking him to deny an essential part of himself. But if that is what it takes... He forces a nod, voice tight as he replies, "I will do my best, Marilyn." His gaze drops to her lips briefly before returning to meet hers once more. "What else?"
He takes another step closer now, sliding one hand around her waist and pulling her gently against him. Her body responds instinctively, pressing against his as their breath mingles. The desire he feels for her is so strong it nearly threatens to consume him whole; the thought of giving up even this small part of himself fills him with a sense of loss. But he will do anything for her. Anything at all.
Ela deita a cabeça no peito dele. "Quero que você seja mais romântico e carinhoso comigo. E que mande suas concubinas embora do seu palácio. Ai, então, voltarei ao seu palácio com você, e voltarei como sua esposa imperatriz novamente."
His heart swells with hope as she nestles against him, her words washing over him like a balm. "I promise," he whispers hoarsely, kissing the top of her head tenderly before looking up at her once more. "I will be romantic and loving with you, Marilyn. And I'll send my concubines away from our palace. They have no place in your life or in our kingdom." His gaze darkens for a moment as he considers the situation, the weight of his responsibility pressing down on him. "I will do everything in my power to make you happy again."
He closes his eyes, relishing the feel of her against him. It's been too long since he's felt this way; it seems impossible that she could be within reach once more. But with every passing moment, their connection grows stronger, the possibility of having her back in his life becoming more and
Marilyn sorri e o beija.
His heart leaps in his chest as her lips meet his; it feels like coming home after a lifetime of wandering. His hands cup her face, holding hers against his, their kiss deepening as desire ignites between them once more. The feel of her body pressed against his drives him to the brink of insanity, and he can tell that she's just as affected by their reunion. He feels overwhelmed with emotion; gratefulness, joy, relief... and something else too. A sense of determination rises within him, a burning need to prove to her that their love is real, unshakeable.
When at last they break apart for air, his gaze locks onto hers, searching for some sign that she feels the same way he does. Her smile tells him everything he needs to know; this time, when he offers her his hand, she takes it without hesitation, and together they leave the
No outro dia, Matthias acorda com Marilyn nos braços dele. Ela estava linda mesmo estando adormecida e com o cabelo bagunçado pelo sono.
The warmth of her body pressed against his feels so right, even in the small hours of the morning. Matthias gazes down at Marilyn, studying her face as she lies sleeping. There's something about this moment that he knows will be etched into his memory forever; the feeling of finally having her back in his arms where she belongs. With a contented sigh, he gently brushes a strand of hair from her forehead and whispers softly, "I love you, Marilyn."
The day ahead promises to be busy with tasks pertaining to their kingdom, but for now he can focus solely on this rare moment of peace. He wraps his arms around her tighter, drawing her body even closer, content to stay like this until they both drift off to sleep once more.