Fated To The Fae King

Chapter 15

▪️G O L N A R▪️

I had no idea what it would feel like to be married, but as prepared to leave the reception and retreat to our room, I found my body tingling. 

The realization that tonight, Alaric and I would share the same space brought forth a unique blend of excitement and nervousness. As we departed from the lively celebration, the resonance of the joyful melodies fading behind us, an air of intimacy settled in. 

Stepping into the dimly lit corridor leading to our room, I felt an intriguing mixture of curiosity and anticipation. The weight of the night's festivities and the realization of our newfound marital bond imbued the atmosphere with a subtle electricity. Each step carried us closer to the threshold of what would be our new shared space, and my senses heightened with the knowledge that the night held promises beyond the ceremonious rituals.

The gentle glow of ambient candlelight within our room greeted us as the door closed, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. Alaric's eyes met mine, and in that unspoken exchange, I sensed a mirrored sentiment of both tenderness and exploration. The realization that, from this night onward, we would share not just our lives but also everything else in between. The unfamiliar terrain of being a married woman, transitioning from a half-orc warrior to the Queen of the Fae, carried a distinct allure.

Alaric and I took turns using the bathroom.

The soft hum of laughter echoed through the room as we seamlessly synchronized our movements. It was as if every action, every exchanged glance, held the promise of the unexplored journey that lay ahead as husband and wife.

When I emerged from the bathroom, I found Alaric standing by the fire, wearing a robe. His eyes met mine, and there was a warmth in his gaze that sent a flutter through my chest. I was wearing my own matching robe, the soft fabric embracing me as I joined him by the fire. The flickering flames danced, casting a gentle glow over the room.

Alaric's gaze, filled with a blend of affection and reverence, met mine. In that shared gaze, we acknowledged the unspoken anticipation and the promise of shared intimacy. The tingling sensation in my body seemed to intensify, a testament to the uncharted territory we were about to traverse.

His hand found mine, fingers intertwining in a gentle embrace, "I want you to know that there's no pressure. We can take things at our own pace."

I smiled, his reassurance washing over me like a comforting wave as I replied, "Let's explore this moment together."

Truthfully, I had been looking forward to this night.

Despite my status as a virgin, there was a curious anticipation bubbling within me, wondering how the intricacies of this shared intimacy would unfold. The prospect of discovering this uncharted territory with Alaric, made the moment even more special.

The room held a serene ambiance, the quiet crackling of the fire creating a soothing backdrop. We moved to the edge of the bed, taking a seat side by side. The weight of the moment hung in the air, a delicate balance of anticipation and affection.

Alaric's eyes remained on me as he said, "Golnar, I'm glad I saved myself for my mate. Not out of mere tradition, but because I wanted my other half to have a part of me that no one else could claim."

I felt a surge of emotion, grateful for his sincerity, "Honestly, I never really thought about being intimate with someone. But now whenever I think about it, I can't picture myself being with anyone else, other than you."

With those last few words, we exchanged a tender look, the air between us heavy with a mix of nervous anticipation and affectionate understanding.

The soft glow from the fireplace cast a warm light, enhancing the intimate atmosphere in our room. Slowly, we moved towards the bed, the plush carpet underfoot muffling our steps. Reaching the bedside, I could not help but feel a flutter of butterflies in my stomach.