Ambrosius grew up thinking that he'd fall in love and get married, but when his grandfather dies his family discovers he's betrothed to the Crown prince.
Also, this story has a little inspiration from Bridgerton! And some help from Grammarly. Also t...
I don't even know how we got back home so quickly but I do know that I'm gonna make sure Bal does not have to be afraid for the rest of his life.
Ballister pov:
"How about this one?" The maid asked. I don't know why but they are trying to make me wear very revealing clothing for tonight. "I just need a nightgown!" I ordered.
Finally, they put me in a white and gold nightgown before handing me a robe. I walked to the door of our bedroom before knocking. "Come in." I heard.
I slowly opened the door and examined the room. Now that I think about it I never actually got to see it. The lights were dim and the fireplace was on.
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(From bridgerton:)
I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. "Hey." Ambrosius said into my ear. "Hey." I said shyly.
I turned around to face him and we stared at each other for a little while. "Do you know what happens tonight?" He asked. I shook my head 'No' and he started laughing.
"You really are innocent, aren't you?" He whispered. I kissed his cheek before he started taking off my robe. He started taking off his robe making me stare at his 6 pack. "You like what you see?" He asked while grinning.
I rolled my eyes while blushing. "What's wrong? Do you wanna stop?" He asked. "No, it's just that... There are a lot of scars I don't think you'll like." I muttered.
Ambrosius pulled me into a hug and I nuzzled into his neck. "I love you. I don't care what your body looks like." He said.
I smiled before tossing my robe away. Ambrosius was staring at me so I decided to mess with him. "Like what you see?" I asked wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Whoa!" I yelled. He picked me in bridal style while I smacked his chest. "Put me down! I'm not a bride!" I yelled.
He laid me on the pillows before kissing my cheek. "Then why did you walk down the aisle instead of me?" He asked. I opened my mouth to say something but decided to stay quiet.
He kissed me again while slowly taking off my nightgown. I could feel him stare at me and looked down. "Can I... Touch you?" He asked. I nodded worried about what I'd say. Then he started kissing the scars on my arm and my surgery scars under my chest.
I don't know why but it felt really good. Whatever noise came out of my lips but made me bite my lip. "Bal?" I heard. I looked at Ambrosius to see his hands on my underwear.
"Can I-" "yes." I interrupted. I lifted myself up a bit so he could take off my underwear.
