The King Part 4 (Medieval AU))

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Written for a request and for  @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash 's writing challenge...prompt Wedding dress.  Takes place on wedding night. Gwen is scared and unsure of the man she  married so expect some serious submissiveness. This is smut heavy but  not kink heavy. It's her first time. He's not going to totally  traumatize her with whips and chains. So this is pretty vanilla for  these two. Part 1 is actually their first foray into kink and takes  place a week after this. Hope you like it.

      





The ceremony was long over. The feast and celebrations were steadily  getting more rambunctious as the wine flowed freely. Toasts to the  newlywed couple rang out every few minutes as guests searched for new  ways to praise their King and his new bride, allowing them to indulge  without guilt.

Gwendolyn had barely been able to eat sitting next to the tall  intimidating man that was now her husband. Having only met him  yesterday, she was not sure what kind of man he was. She had heard  rumors of his ruthlessness on the battlefield. His quick and harsh  judgements. She could only hope he would be a gentler husband. But her  hopes were fading fast.

Negan had dance with her once to open the festivities and not again.  Which was a shame. For such a large imposing figure he moved about the  dance floor with grace. He sat silent next to her at the high table. Any  attempts to start a conversation with him resulting in short curt  answer.

So, Gwen watched others enjoying her wedding. The men drank heavily.  Lewd jokes brought a permanent flush to her cheeks. The women glared at  her in envy or perhaps pity.  She sipped her wine as she sat, dreading  the moment when it would be time for her to retire.

It came too soon. Her new handmaidens provided by her husband came to  collect her. They lead her to her new chambers that she would share  with Negan. It was luxurious and yet not as opulent as she would have  expected. A stone fireplace lit the space. Large intricately carved four  post bed with heavy curtains sat opposite the fire. Everything was  decorated in shades of black and red.

Gwen stood in front of a mirror and gazed at herself. She seemed to  clash with everything around her. Out of place in her white wedding  gown. Delicate lace laid over her arms and shoulders. Just a shade  brighter than her skin. It had small pearls sewn over the skirt that  caught the light as she walked. It was the most beautiful gown she had  ever owned.

Her handmaidens focused on the many twists and braids holding her red  hair in an elaborate design until it flowed freely to her waist.  Gwendolyn finally saw herself for what she was. A virgin sacrifice. Now  it would be time for her to lay across the altar to be devoured by the  dragon that had threatened her father's kingdom.

Panic began to rise as she felt fingers begin to work the many pearl  buttons at her back. She could feel her stomach churn and her throat  tighten. She blinked her eyes rapidly as she fought the tears  threatening to spill. She wasn't ready for this. Any of it.

The door crashed open and the King strode through the door followed  by servants carrying trays laden with fruit, cheese, bread, and wine.

"Leave us," King Negan commanded.

Suddenly, Gwendolyn was left alone with a man that she did not know  or trust. A man her father sold her to in lieu of a monetary tribute.  She felt helpless and hopeless. All her dreams of love and affection  seemed foolish. She should have known she would never have been allowed a  chance for love. She was a woman, a pawn. A daughter to be bargained  with. A wife to produce heirs. Never a woman with an independent will  and individual mind.

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