Prologue: Hygge
300 years ago
I wish these moments could last a lifetime.
The moments when we would be childlike, playing around without a care in the world. As if we are not rulers of an small but powerful nation of immortals. As if the weight of the kingdom did not lie on our shoulders.
He would chase me around the castle, his deep laughter echoing the joy in his heart. And I would run, bundling up my skirts and take off. The servants would move out of our way. Laughing at our childlike play .
Moments when he treated me like I was not just any queen but his queen. Like I was the only female he wanted. The only female he truly needed. Like I was his reason for breathing. As though looking at me was a pleasurable experience, one that he immensely enjoyed. He pampered me. Showered me with gifts.
Moments when he showed me he loved me. In the way between a man and a wife. He pleasured me until I was left sated.
But most importantly, moments like this precious one. I would wake up with him petting my hair, looking at me as if I was his entire existence. As if he would burn down the world for me. Nothing else mattered except for me. I feel loved, cherished and adored.
"I can hear your heartbeat, my love. " He rasped into my ear, causing goosebumps to erupt along my upper arm. Something about him always has an effect on me. Be it his voice or hypotonic eyes. Or was it his domineering presence? It drew me in. Made me question my sanity but in an intoxicating way.
Something about him.
My back to his front. He kissed a trail from the back of my ear lobe all the way to my shoulder blade. A certain junior already up and ready for a repeat encounter of our nightly extramarital activities.
"Good morning". My voice sounded husky, my throat sore from the screams he enlisted from me.. I tried to keep my moans at bay. I truly did , but there was just something about him.
He was a restless lover, demanding I give him everything. Taking it, amplifying it and returning a wild amount of pleasure.
His kisses were endless going from ear lobe to shoulder blade and back again. Open kisses left all over my back. Small pinpricks of pain could be felt as he left his marks all over me. I am getting restless. My temperature rising. My body pleading for more.
And all he did was leave love bites.
"My king, please ." I moaned out loud. He chuckled darkly. Chuckled! The nerve of him. I was wanton, needy, ready and he chuckled. I glared at him over my shoulders. His forest green eyes meeting my glare head on, filed with mirth. He wasn't even fazed. He ran his hands over body. Over each and place. Nothing left untouched nor neglected. Each place he touches alight with flames.
One of his hands wrapped around my throat, the other trailing south towards my heat. He dipped a single finger inside and my whole body came alive. His pace slow, teasing, tormenting me until I submitted to him. His hand on my throat tightening as I continue to climb the throes of pleasure
"Is my Queen desperate? " He asked still continuing his ministrations.
I rocked into him, the pleasure building and all he had to do was put his hands on me, flick his fingers in the right spot and I was putty for him.
He increased his pace. His fingers scissoring in and out of me at an almost blinding speed. His mouth leaving open mouche kisees and hickeys all over my neck and breasts. My breathing increases as my pleasure is about to reach an crescendo.
I clutch the bedsheets tight, stuffing some of them into my mouth so muffle my screams, The hand on on my throat rips them out and returns to its original position. His voice takes on a darker, sexier tone as he pushes me towards the edge.
"Yes" I moaned out loud. So close to reaching the peak. And just as I was about to climb over the edge, the sneaky bastard abruptly stopped what he was doing.
"You cheeky bastard! How dare you?". I exclaimed out loud. I hit him on his chest. Hard, and he didn't even flinch I was almost there, almost and he, he just stopped.
That was odd.
Orion never stopped when intimacy was concerned.
Never.
I flipped myself over so that I was facing him. I looked at him. His hard face was set into a clod neutral expression. One he always had when he had whenever there was bad news.
His face was a mask, from anyone from the outside he would like he was just dismissive. His brows were furrowed, his muscles tensing as if preparing for war. His gorgeous eyes became gaurded, gaurded from me. He must have have felt something, something to cause him to shut down form me.
I would not allow this happen.
"What is wrong?" I asked him. I was concerned, he was shutting down, I could feel it through our bond.
"It should not be possible." He muttered more to himself than anyone. I tried to touch him but he jumped up from the bed, away from me as though the thought of my touch replused him.
He started pacing the length our chambers.
My hand was left in the air, hanging. My feelings were a bit brusied from that response. I let my hand back down. He was continuing to shut me out through our bond. Distancing himself away from me mentally as well as physically.
He stopped his pacing right at the foot our extra large canopy bed. Shaking his head, he continues to pace, stops again and looks at.
He expression takea on one of eho is constipated and shocked at the same time. His gaze travelling the length of my sitting form on the bed until it landed on my abdominal region. His gaze was burning holes into that place.
He ran his hands across his wavy brown hair that he left to grow till he neck. He looked pained, my poor husband.
He paced until he got to the window, threw open the glass shutters and just stood there. His presence in my mind there, faint and distant.
In all this, he has said nothing to me, nothing as to what his cause of distress is. I climb off our bed and walk towards him, wrapping my arms around him from his back. I laid my head on his back and just breathed. In a soft faint voice I implored him again.
"Orion, I thought we said we would never do this to each other again. Please, speak to me. What has caused you to pull away?"
No reply. His muscles just tensed up at my question. I unwrap my arms from him and step in front of him, squeezing myself in between him and the balcony. Palming his face into my hand. I looked into his eyes and searched for what could have caused him to pull away.
He meet my gaze head on. His entire expression filled with torment and sadness. His eyes contained so much fear, so much terror. As if he was about to lose what he valued. But that was nonsense. Orion feared nothing, he laughed in the face of danger. Ran into war without a single doubt of being defeated
What could cause so much fear in his eyes?
"My love, what bothers you?"
He looked at me with regret, his eyes filled with shame. He took his hand and placed it on my tummy. Looking deeply into my eyes
" I'm sorry."
A second passed.
And another.
And another.
Then only did it dawn on me. What we had done. What we had created.
What he was saying was not possible, it could not happen, should not be able to happen. At least not for us.
Immortals could only conceive if the couple really wished for a child. A ceremony and the a ritual was held for the couple, the mating happening at an entirety different setting.
We had not completed the ritual so than how?
We are rulers of an empire but We both knew that a conception between us would doom the entire kingdom. It was wrong, going against destiny.
An abomination.
But as we both looked into each others eyes we both know we could not kill him. We understood what this decision would cost us.
A war would begin.
But we did not anticipate the curse.
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