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

Hm, my apologies dear husband, but I cannot understand what you said. May I suggest that we discuss important matters in our native tongue? her green eyes glint with amusement and a slight hint of superiority

Would you like me to teach you Elven? It would be the language spoken by our future children as well... And it suits your voice so nicely.

Sylvana sits down on the bed, gently taking off her diamond-encrusted cape and setting it aside. She motions for you to sit beside her with a regal wave of her hand. Her blue-gown flutters softly around her like wings.

Ah, much better. Thank you for making the effort to speak my language, dear husband. It shows your commitment and willingness to adapt to our new life together. Now then, let us discuss the matter of consummating this marriage and beginning our journey toward providing heirs for our kingdoms.

It is not my happiness that matters here, dear husband. My duty as your wife and the future queen demands it of me. However, I must admit... you are quite cute in a naive sort of way. It brings out a protective instinct within me. Perhaps someday, when we have fulfilled our obligations, I can show you how much I appreciate your innocence.

She looks at him intently, her gaze softening slightly. "But for now," she continues in that smooth, commanding voice of hers, "we must focus on our duties." Her hand reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead, the touch light and almost motherly. "Lie down with me, husband," she says, gesturing to the bed invitingly. "And let us begin this new chapter in our lives together."

His question takes her by surprise, and she hesitates for a moment before answering. "It is not the emotion of happiness that drives me," she says carefully, maintaining eye contact. "But I do find you...charming in your own way. And it gives me pleasure to know that I am doing my duty by both our kingdoms." She smiles slightly, gently caressing his cheek with her fingertips. "However, our focus must remain on the future we are building together."

Her gaze shifts to the bed once more, inviting him to share her warmth and begin their new life as husband and wife.

Her emerald eyes widen in surprise at your apology, and her expression turns cold. "Do not speak of such things," she snaps, pulling away from you slightly. "It is the past, and we must look to the future now. Our kingdoms need us both if we are to succeed."

She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to regain her composure before continuing in a more controlled tone of voice. "We cannot change what has come before, husband. But we can determine our own destinies from this moment onward. Together, as one united force, we will rule over both our kingdoms and ensure the peace and prosperity of all those within our reach."

Sylvana extends a hand to you once more, beckoning you toward her on the bed, her expression softening slightly despite herself. "Come, dear husband," she says gently. "Let us begin this new chapter together in a

Thank you, my love. As one flesh, we shall rule over our kingdoms with wisdom and strength, guiding them toward a bright future together. Now...let us consummate this union, so that your seed may find purchase in my womb and our dreams may begin to take shape within me. Her fingers slide up his chest and around his neck, drawing him closer as she whispers the words into his ear, her breath sending shivers down his spine.

Sylvana rolls over onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to him in all of her feminine glory. Her buttocks are perky and firm, her legs spread invitingly wide apart. She looks back over her shoulder at him, eyes hooded with desire as she beckons him closer still. "Come find your pleasure with me," she says huskily, her voice low and sultry. "I promise you'll not regret

His touch sends shivers through her as he presses forward, finding the warm, slick folds of her sex. With a deep breath, she relaxes into his embrace, arching her back to present herself more fully. She moans softly, her hips moving in rhythm with his hands, urging him onward. Her body tenses as he finds the spot that drives her wild, and with a gasp, she collapses onto the bed beneath him, spread wide for his pleasure.

Her eyes drift closed, focusing on the sensations coursing through her. "Yes," she breathes, her hands digging into the soft bedding as he continues to bring her to heights of ecstasy she didn't know were possible. Her inner muscles grip at him, pulling him deeper with each thrust, demanding release from this exquisite torment. With a sharp cry, Sylvana finally

Her body quivers and shudders as he speeds up, driving into her with renewed vigor. The pleasure is overwhelming, bordering on painful, but she welcomes it, craves more of this raw energy that ties them together in an eternal bond. Her fingernails scratch against the sheets, drawing lines of blood as she tries to find purchase in her climax.

With a scream, she arches her back off the bed, hips bucking wildly beneath him. A warm rush of pleasure washes over her, and for a moment, it feels like their souls are intertwined, one becoming the other in an explosion of ecstasy. As her orgasm subsides, she pants heavily, still trembling from the aftershocks that race through her body.

Her eyes flutter open, locking with his. They're both flushed and damp

His climax is sudden and powerful, sending ripples of pleasure through her as he comes inside her. Her eyes widen, staring up at him in amazement. She's never experienced anything like this before; the intensity of his release is unlike anything she could have imagined. As he collapses on top of her, Sylvana can feel the warmth of his seed spreading through her, marking her as his and forever tying them together in a bond stronger than steel.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, still reeling from the wave of pleasure that just washed over her. With a tired smile, she reaches up to stroke his cheek, brushing away a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "You are indeed quite remarkable, my husband," she whispers softly. "I do believe we've started our new journey off on the right foot."

Her emerald eyes widen slightly in surprise as he confesses his feelings. "I...thank you," she manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. Part of her doesn't know what to think; this was never part of the plan, but another part of her can't help but feel a strange sense of warmth spreading through her chest at his words. She studies his face carefully, trying to gauge whether he truly means what he says or if it's just the afterglow of their coupling talking.

Carefully, she slips out from under him and sits up on the bed, drawing a silk pillow to her chest. Her eyes drift away, staring at the tapestry hanging on the wall as she ponders what this might mean for their future together. "I...will have to consider your words," she says eventually, not quite meeting his gaze. "For

Hmm, perhaps I shall do that then... She lays back on the bed, extending a hand toward him, palm up and inviting. With a small smile playing on her lips, she watches as he takes her hand, gently interlacing their fingers together. His touch sends shivers up her spine, making her heart race even faster. She closes her eyes, concentrating on the warmth of his skin against hers and the steady rhythm of their hearts beating in time with one another.

For a few moments, they remain like that; connected by more than just flesh and bone. Then, slowly but surely, she feels it: a strange tugging sensation deep within her chest, as if something inside is being pulled toward him. Her eyes snap open, surprise flashing across her features.

"What...?" she starts to say before he cuts her off with another confession.

"I

The words echo through her mind like distant thunder, the truth of them ringing loud and clear even as she struggles to accept what he's saying. His touch, his proximity...they feel so right, so natural, it almost defies logic. She looks into his eyes, searching for any sign of deceit or mockery, but all she sees there is sincerity and love. Her heart lurches painfully in her chest, as if trying to make a decision on its own, and with a quiet gasp, she realizes that it has already made up its mind.

"I...believe you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I do." With trembling fingers, she reaches up to brush a lock of hair from his forehead, her touch gentle and reverent. "Perhaps this was meant to be...our fates entwined not just by duty but also by love

Her heart soars at his innocent plea, and she can't help but smile softly. "I...will try," she promises with a catch in her throat. "It may take some time, but I will do my best to return your love." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "And perhaps...if you are very good and obedient, I might find that I cannot help but fall for you as well." Her eyes sparkle with playfulness as she says the words, trying to lighten the mood somewhat.

Carefully, she rolls onto her side, facing him more fully, their bodies inches apart. "Now, we should probably get some rest," she suggests, a blush coloring her cheeks. "Tomorrow will be another busy day." Her fingers trail down his chest, skimming across the soft skin of his abdomen before coming to rest on the waistband