Chapter 3: Chapter 3
The room was tense, but he was still unsure of what was really going on. His Lordship dipped into a half assed bow, which gave further insult, as it was meant to. "Your Lordship,'' he said, his eyes never leaving the young woman standing in front of him. "It would seem you have already met my daughter" Culden declared, peered at the girl standing timidly by the sofa. Since Culden had entered the room, she only looked at the floor and had become a shell of the fearless warrioress he had met earlier. A tall blonde gracefully crossed the room reaching out for the girl's hand. He could tell that the girl purposely drew away not wanting the blonde to touch her. The blonde entered into a low bow, showing off her cleavage. "Islay, address his Majesty properly." Islay stood there in shock, she had heard he was The Guardian of the realm, a great warrior, she didn't know he was a prince. God, she hoped he didn't take offense to anything she had done and really hoped he would understand later. The sharp sound of her father's voice brought her back.
"Islay, show your respects to his majesty" Islay slowly curtsied, "Yer Highness" she whispered, slowly rising from her curtsy. He stood there observing her movements, she was nervous, and not as graceful as the blonde. But she was no maid, what the fuck was going on?
"Your Highness, I am truly sorry, hopefully Islay didn't bore you as young ladies often speak of nonsense." He saw Islay flinch at Culden's words and realized she was scared, "Actually, I only just arrived, this is our first introduction."
He turned to face Culden and noticed the maid that had brought him here, there was a mark on her cheek that wasn't there before. She intently watched the young lady with worry in her eyes, they were both scared, what was Culden playing at? His eyes met the maids, and he knew that they were all in danger, he needed to talk to Islay, he said a prayer that this time he could understand her.
He grabbed Islay's arm, drawing her to him as he bellowed out "Burm". A tall man charged the room sword in hand, "The edict" the prince commanded as he covered Islay's lips with his, forcing them to part with his tongue, his hands glided down her back pulling her towards him, his other hand clasped her neck, tugging her hair as he arched her back to give him fuller access to her plush lips.
Burm read the edict, "By decree of his Majesty, King of Udiena, Lady of Culden is bound to his Highness, Crown Prince Lainn of Udiena, their marriage has been signed by proxy of the King on the Yun of Dorem and will be consummated upon first meeting. '' Brum's head lifted to see everyone in shock at the sight of the towering prince and the wee girl in his arms.
She looked more like a child, small and timid. "God's sake, how old is she?" he gasped. Quietly the maid in the corner answered she is "21, she is wee, bit nae lacking" pride ringing from her words.
Islay had never been kissed before, never felt this pleasure before, she forgot the room was full of people, and she certainly didn't hear the decree. All she knew was fireworks were in her head, her body was exploding, and she couldn't breathe. Lainn began to loosen the laces of her dress. Burm wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew that this wasn't Lainn, and something was wrong, he needed to get everyone out of the room.
Islay's sense came back to her when she felt her dress leaving her shoulders and heard the door shut. They were alone, oh my god, what was he going to do to her. She knew that today was going to be hard, that her virtue would never be the same, and what little dignity she had would be gone. But she didn't think it would happen here, in her father's study, she thought she had more time.
She surprised him with a shove sending him reeling, he grabbed her dress tearing the back, further exposing her body. But, also forcing her back into his arms, he pinned her to the wall, she was powerless between his masculine body and the wall.
"Now, is this how you treat your husband? Lying to me, teasing me, treating me like an idiot?" She gulped and the sound brought a chuckle to his throat, she was scared. He lifted her skirt, she began to fight him again "Oh, no, you will fulfill your duty as my wife, it's the King's demand". He felt her summoning her strength to fight him "I could always leave you here". He felt her go limp under him.
"Unbutton my shirt" Her cheeks began to flush as she remembered him standing there like a god. He saw her Cheeks turn bright red, her innocence made him desire her more, "Did you like what you saw in the bedroom? I don't think you got a good look, take my shirt off." It wasn't a request, one by one she fumbled on his buttons, when she reached the last button, she hesitated 'Go on, just like in the room." She moved onto his pants, parting them, exposing his lower abdomen. He grabbed her thighs, wrapping them around his waist, his hand sliding between her thighs, it all happened so quickly she didn't have time to fight him.
She closed her eyes as he put his fingers in her, she didn't want to admit that she liked it, that she was attracted to him, she didn't want him to know she desired him. "Your so fucking drenched, you want me, have you been thinking about me since the bedroom? look at me?" She opened her eyes, and saw his gorgeous grey eyes peering at her, serious and intent, then she saw the small smirk crossing his lips as she prepared herself for what came next
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