The Empress's Revenge

Chapter 33

I tuned everyone else out as I made my way up the aisle, maidens carrying my train, my veil flowing infront of my face, which contained a smile as I let my eyes glide over my fiance.

He wore the brightest smile, his dress uniform completely white, his military medals glittering in the sun that broke through the skylights, his arms crossed infront of himself.

I knew he had a sheathed dagger by his ankle, for he knew that Harlow would make an appearance.

No funny business would be permitted.

I stood across from Dankish and he leaned over and unveiled my face, his lips parting slightly in shock.

We exchanged vows with the local priest and then kissed passionatly as the crowd cheered.

The procession was to cut through the town, showing my new status to the people of the Northern kingdom. The wedding group would follow.

"I had this made especially for you," Barvoscha muttered as he gently threw a long white fur cloak around me, warming me instantly in the crisp cold air.

The fur tickles my cheeks as I stared at my new husband.

The third one.

We sat in the carriage and waved at the people as they cheered, but some were silent.

Odd.

They seemed to glare at me disdainfully as we passed, hatred fueling the fire in their eyes, but Dankish grabbed my hand out of view to the townsfolk.

"Pay them no attention," he said through his beaming teeth. "They preffered the old royalty."

"Old royalty?" I asked, parting my lips slightly to utter back. "I was unaware of your past relations."

Barvoscha was silent for the remainder of the journey and soon we came to the castle where he hopped off, then scooped me up, carrying me into the castle.

His broad chest was a wall for me to lean against and I felt his arms ripple with muscles as he strode into the castle, carrying me as though I was a feather.

He took me upstairs to our room and dropped me on the bed and started taking off his medals.

I watched, a rosy heat rising in my cheeks as he tugged off his uniform and came down ontop of me, like waves crashing against the Eastern shore.

He kissed me, softly at first, then hungrily, sliding a hand down my back and undoing my dress.

I felt it loosen and he slid it off, exposing me to him, as bare as the plains.

A smirk settled on his face.

"Do I have to go easy now, since you bear my child?"

I thought for a moment, a hand going to my stomach.

My legs wrapped around Dankish and I pulled him to me, kissing him with no mercy, wrapping my arms around his back.

"Don't hold back."

He grinned, sliding his face down to my thighs, pressing his lips to them, making me shudder and arch my back at his electrifying touch.

His hands worked their way down to my hips which he grabbed as he unbuckled his breeches.

I was already slightly panting.

This man.

This chapter was shorter than usual, but I'm really busy irl rn, sorry.

I'll try to update again soon, but this concludes the wedding.