It was the morning before the wedding and everything had come together without too many issues so far. The decorations had been taken care of by the King's mother. And they were just amazing. She had picked out light blue silk ribbons to be tied onto everything that could possibly have something on them. It matched the silvery simmer on your dress, the silver place settings as well as the snow-white flowers that sat at the center of every table. Your hand-tied bouquet of flowers was white water lilies and you had to wipe a tear off your cheek because you had never seen anything so beautiful before. You could not believe that she knew they were your favorite flowers.
"Your middle sister I believe it was, she wrote the sweetest letter to me letting me know what you would like." The King's mother told you when you toured the room the night before. Everything was simply perfect. She had taken care of everything for you.
At the moment your thoughts returned to the man sleeping beside you. You smile as you run your fingers through his hair. He had fallen asleep shortly after you had made love for what could have been the fourth or fifth-time last night. His appetite for you seemed to have doubled when he found out you were carrying his child.
You then remember that one week from today, your new mother-in-law must pass her crown onto you. As her son has already been a ruler of the land for some time, it is time that she officially passes her crown down.
You knew he was starting to awaken when he pressed a kiss to your neck. " Mmm.. morning." He said sleepily. He pulled you closer to him. He kissed along your collarbone.
"We should be getting ready for the wedding..." Your words are cut off as he sits up pulling you under him in one quick movement.
"They can wait, I am King and right now you are all that is in matters... well. You both do." He leans down and kisses your stomach. Then a little bit lower, and starts to trail kisses from your navel down. Your arch up off the mattress before there is a knock at the door. He growled and tore himself away from you. Wrapping the sheets around his waist he opens the door slightly,
"WHAT!" He yelled at the person in the hall who dared interrupt their morning together.
"M'Lord. We need to get you ready for today. And M'lady has her maids waiting for her in her chambers."
"Give me a minute." He looked back at you, "Or an hour." And then he slammed the door shut in the servant's face.
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𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝑀𝓎 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 Book 1
Tiểu thuyết Lịch sửA y/n story from a female reader PoV. She feels the need to ask the King to save her family's farm from being taken away from her father due to his debts.
