How to rule a king

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Alexei:

I woke up to the smell of strawberries as my right arm was unfamiliarly stiff while my left forearm was held in someone's tight grip. For a second I thought I had actually fallen asleep in some random girl's bed. That I had let down my guard after fucking yet another whore. I feared that i might have been to drunk lat night to kick this one out likeI would normally do and now she was snuggled up against me, holding me in her sleep, probably wishing for this to be a permanent thing from now on.

Then relief hit me: I was a married man now, holding my sleeping wife in my arms. Protecting her from her nightmares and other irrational fears. I slightly smirked to myself, who would have thought that waking up to a young woman clutching your arm could make you feel this powerful. A young woman, who none the less was still a virgin even after spending a night in my bed.

That explains the tight feeling in my pants.

Looking at my sleeping wife's form I signed to myself, we would need to talk about that specific topic rather sooner than later. I didn't want to push her, wishing to give her as much time as she needed to feel comfortable enough with me to enjoy such intimacy, but I couldn't handle much longer without a release and I simply refused to use my own hand to do it.

I'm no longer a teenage boy who can't control his urges.

Either she would cooperate with me, letting me explore where no man has been before, or I would simply seek my release elsewhere. It seemed like a fair deal to me. She wanted more time, fine with me, but I wouldn't anguish my body with abstinence. Back then I did't know just how uninterested I would soon be when it came to fucking whores. 

Tearing my left hand from her loosened grip I fished for my phone lying on the nightstand beside the bed. Turning it on I first checked my mails and appointments, being more than pleased when I realised I hadn't planned anything besides my weekly meeting with Piotr to discuss the coming weapon shipments he oversaw for today. Unexpectedly a message from Tyran lit up on my phone's display asking me if I wanted to join him for a sparring session at the gym. I inwardly smirked, of course I would join him, after all I always carved a good fight. As I started pushing myself off the bed, Ronja's hands flew out as she hurled her still unconscious body onto me. I gently smiled at her  wish for safety and my protection.

Somebody doesn't want me to leave.

Brushing her tangled blood red hair away from her angelic face I kissed her forehead as I gathered her closer while my hands caressed her back. She opened her drowsy eyes, looking adoringly confused before she buried her head against my chest snuggling even closer.

I would have killed any other woman for such a gesture,  yet the girl on top of me was my wife, my one chance at an actual happy relationship. I wouldn't waste it. So I gently hugged closer before speaking softly: "I am going to the gym for a while. I'll be back for breakfast with you and Vasyli."

She nodded before she freed her hold of me, allowing me to get out of the bed just to have her push herself towards the warm spot I left.

Reaching the gym, which was located at the far-left side of the fortress on the second floor, granting its users a fantastic view over Siberia's wildness, I allowed myself a quick look over my snow covered kingdom. I had always been fascinated by Russia's nature, so hostile and yet so beautiful. Remembering the joyful look on my son's face when I had taken him to see his first aurora borealis last year i couldn't help but wonder if we might be joined by a beautiful young woman this year.

I bet she would die to see them.

My thoughts were interrupted by Tyran rushing me to join him in the boxing ring. Even though it wasn't much later than five in the morning the gym was already filled with my men working out. Upon seeing me at the entrance they stopped their exercising to greet me, watching me as I climbed into the ring with Tyran before going back to their work outs.

Tyran flashed me a smile: "I was beginning to think you wouldn't show up, my friend."

"I would never turn down a good fight."

I discarded my shirt, stretching my arms, forcing my muscles awake. My left arm already screamed with pain from where I had been shot yesterday. At least the wound didn't get infected. Thanks to my little wife's treatment. I would appreciate her care later, maybe i would even allow her to have a nightlight in our bedroom. Then again using a nightlight might stop her from snuggling up to me at night. I would probably have to find another way to show her my gratitude, since I really enjoyed our cuddling, even if I'd never admit it.

I grinned at Tyran: "Ready to get your ass handed to you?"

The rockstar laughed out loud: "The only one getting their ass handed to them will be you. Maybe not by me in this ring, since you're a freaking maniac when it comes to fighting...but your wife will surely put you in your place, покрови́тель. Sooner or later you will realize, who the true boss is...You know, the little darling is more than meets the eye."

I threw a punch at him without warning going straight for his face: "How would you know?"

He blocked it and went to cover his face with his left arm while his right hand connected with my stomach.

"Her best friend and I had little heart to heart last night...or body to body...depends on how you pur it...I swear to God that girl has gone mental. Made me destroy the bed."

I had to keep myself from doubling over. I had let him distract myself and dropped my cover. That wouldn't be happening again. My hands fisted as I threw a couple of angry punches at my opponent's face. It's not fair he got some while I had to sit out at my own wedding night. When he finally escaped my fists raining down on him, Tyran grinned showing me his teeth.

"What is it, Alexei? Didn't you have a pleasant night too?"

I gritted my teeth: "Shut it, MOTHER MARY. I'm warning you."

Tyran however couldn't have cared less about my warning as he kept teasing me: "I always thought you liked them young and innocent. What did you use to say?" He cocked his head as if he was trying hard to remember: "Ah yes. You said you enjoyed watching their white, pure souls turn into an endless black void while you coat their bodies with your seed. Why not use your wife like those whores? You act like a freaking maniac. Use her body for a release and her soul for your mind to find a little peace, man. Just like you always did. What makes her so different from all these whores you screwed before? She's just another women. She's no different from any of them. All women are the same. The moment you show them your heart they will break it in a million pieces leaving a void that can never be filled."

If I weren't so fucking angry at his comment about my wife being no different from the whores I had fucked before, I would have probably placed a consoling hand on Tyran's shoulder regretting his unfortunate love life with him. But all I could hear in that moment was the insult towards my wife.

Nobody will ever affront her and get away with it.

Full of hate I brought my right hand up to protect my throat and face as my left one dashed forward hitting Tyran's jaw with a strength that even surprised me.

"Don't talk about her like that."

He spat out some blood, holding his already swollen jaw: "What the fuck, man? Not all of us are trained killers. Go easy on an old friend."

I snorted: "I don't go easy on anyone. Not even on my friends."

Tyran rolled his eyes at my comment, biting his tongue to hold back what assumed to be a sneaky remark.

"Whatever, man. I'm going back to the gorgeous woman resting in my destroyed bed. Maybe she'll go easier on me."

He climbed out of the ring, his eyes flashing slyly before he left the gym.

I smirked at this: "I highly doubt that."

Setting down my water bottle outside the ring I beckoned one of the men who had been watching our fight before towards me.

"Yes, sir?"

"Step into the ring and prepare yourself for a fight."

With that I took a swipe at him, never stopping my assault until he layed passed out in the middle of the ring. I took a few breaths before demanding the next man to fight me.

I might not make it in time for breakfast.