Medicine | King Baldwin

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After the long and bustling day, the king and queen finally retreated to his chamber. Now dressed in their evening attire, they were both comfortably settled, the day's formalities behind them. The realization that they were now husband and wife before God brought an overwhelming sense of joy to them.

In the soft glow of the chamber's ambient lighting, the room felt serene, a stark contrast to the earlier grandeur of the wedding. The king, in a relaxed state, removed his ornate mask, revealing the genuine, unguarded smile that had been there all day but hidden beneath the elaborate facade.

Baldwin was seated in his chair, engrossed in his thoughts, while Isabel, dressed in an elegant night gown, leaned gracefully against the ornate railing of the balcony. The soft evening light bathed her figure, highlighting the delicate fabric of her dress and casting gentle shadows that accentuated her poised silhouette.

"Come inside, or you'll catch a cold." the king said, his voice laced with concern as he watched the girl from where he sat. His gaze lingered on her as he spoke, his eyes reflecting his desire to ensure her comfort and well-being.

"Don't worry, I won't catch a cold." she said with a smile as she glanced back at him. However, Baldwin did not share her lightheartedness. His expression remained serious, his concern evident as he continued to watch her closely.

"Isabel.." he called out, his tone firm but gentle. She sighed in response, a hint of irritation visible on her face. With a reluctant pout, she crossed her arms and made her way over to him. Standing beside him, she came to a halt, her stance conveying stubbornness and acquiescence, while her eyes still held a touch of playful defiance.

"It's so wonderful to stand there and feel the fresh air." she explained, her hands gesturing animatedly as she spoke.

His gaze was irresistibly drawn to the girl as she spoke, her animated explanations making it difficult for him to look away. Each movement she made drew attention to her shapely figure, with the white silk gown she wore accentuating her curves. The way the fabric clung to her form, especially highlighting the gentle rise of her breasts, made her both striking and subtly alluring.

Despite his efforts to maintain his composure, Baldwin found himself captivated by how the material accentuated her every movement, the softness of the silk enhancing the natural allure of her figure.

"You can enjoy the fresh air from here as well." he said, raising one eyebrow with a hint of amusement. As he spoke, he reached out and gently grasped the girl's waist, pulling her closer to him. His touch was firm yet tender, bringing her near enough that she could feel the warmth of his presence against the evening chill.

"It's not the same from here, and you're being unfair for not letting me stand out there." the girl said, her voice tinged with playful annoyance. She continued to stand with her arms crossed defiantly, her black hair cascading in sleek waves over her shoulders and spilling down her back like a dark waterfall.

As she spoke, the king's gaze remained fixed on her, desire flickering in his eyes. He reached out with his other hand, placing it firmly on her waist. His touch was deliberate and commanding, drawing her closer to him. The movement was possessive, pulling her gently but insistently until she stood directly between his legs.

"I'm sorry for not allowing my wife to catch a cold." he said, shaking his head in mock disbelief while chuckling softly.

Isabel's delicate fingers slid through the king's blonde hair with a gentle caress. As she moved her hands, she allowed her fingertips to linger, savoring the feel of his soft locks against her skin. With a slow, deliberate motion, she cupped his face with her small hands, framing his features.