♡ 𝘼𝙐𝘿𝙍𝙀𝙔 ♡I inhale a deep breath, trying to calm my erratic heart. Six hours after my meeting with Darius and it was time, all the people in Darius's court were piled up in the grand ball room, awaiting my arrival. I felt a militia of nerves march down my spine, making a drop of sweat trickle down the side of my head. I tightly fisted my ring in my hand, haven removed it so non of my ladies take notice of it. But now that they had left the room I slipped it back on, my hands trembling. I run my hands down the length of my dress, taking in deep breaths in a futile attempt to calm myself. Just breathe Audrey, inhale and exhale. I tried to follow such a simple action, the simplest action I had been performing since birth, to breathe, top open my lungs so air could flow through but I was thinking too much, too hard. So hard that the simple action felt like the hardest I ever had to do. Panting heavily I got up from the seat in front of my dressing mirror a
♡•♡•♡⚠️Very mature theme⚠️•AUDREY•Cheers erupted, bouncing off the walls and echoing throughout the ball room. My racing heart calmed and a relieved smile broke out on her lips. Admittedly I took notice of the lot of people that were not cheering, instead they were gossiping, giving me dirty looks. While others stared on in indifference. I hadn't even taken notice off the grand doors being pulled open until a loud roar booms through the halls, cheers spilling through the doors. The amount of approvals we were getting made my cheeks bleach crimson. So many people supported our union, it wasn't as bad as I'd thought. We were the first human, wolf couple, the first mixed specie couple. It was shocking that we received so much love from the people. I guess that was all thanks to their love for their king. Suddenly Darius tugs me forward, his hand circling my waist as I crash against his form. One hand cups my cheeks while the other presses me flushed against himself as he guides my li
♥Bright rays cast, the light seeping through a peak on the heavy velvet curtains, illuminating the room. Clothes were discarded around, laying carelessly on the floors and piece of furnitures. Two bodies, tangled together under the comforters. The remnant scent of the thick mist of last night's activities still loomed in the air, the aftermath unraveling. A shuffling sound rippled from the sheets, a quiet yawn erupting from Audrey's throat as she began to wake up. She stirred, her body not getting far as a result of the much more muscular build presses up against hers. Eyelids fluttering open she was met with a large chest, decorated with dark calligraphy, elegant lines flowing in loops and complicated turns all over the exposed skin of his half naked body- that wasn't covered by the comforters. Ripples of muscles and tight roped skin moving outwards and onwards as he inhaled, his eyelids shut leaving his long beautiful lashes to fan lightly against his perfectly contoured cheeks.
Audrey gave her muscles permission to relax as she slid in front of Darius, her back to his naked front. He wrapped a hand around her, his other one pressing the soap lathered sponge to her shoulder. He pecked along beneath her ear, dragging his lips to smother kisses along her wet, naked throat. He slowly rubbed the sponge along her skin, engulfing her in his warmth. The feel of the hot water against her skin mixed with the warm humid air made her bones feel like jelly. He used the sponge to massage her still sore muscles. Going for two more rounds minutes after she had woken up may not have been the best of ideas but she had no regrets, except the ache between her thighs, still. If she could do I again she surely would. This calm tranquil feeling washed over her. It felt so nice to be taken care of, especially by the same man who was brutally yet romantically pounding into your probably broken entrance a few hours ago. A shiver tickled her spine as the sponge weaved r
AUDREY"Oh.. I think our queen has been properly bedded!" Greer cheered, chuckling hysterically as my cheeks burned. So we were that loud. "W-what do you mean by that?" I ask, feigning ignorance. "Oh you know" Orchid wiggled her brows playfully "Everyone knows" they all burst out laughing, leaving me to bury my face in my hands in embarrassment. "Okay, enough please" I cryWe were currently seated in my chambers, enjoying tea. Greer and Orchid couldn't stop themselves from teasing me about last night. If only I had known they would torture me like this I would have avoided this conversation till our carriage left for Brailer. But now I was stuck and no matter how I tried to escape they weren't having it and bypass my every meagra attempt. "I've seen the capital city before and I can assure you my Lady, it is breathtaking so you will with no doubt enjoy yourself" Greer smiled, sipping her tea. "Yes my lady, there are also many scholars there to help smoothen your transition to E
{MATURE CONTENT!} I gulped down hard, my gaze trailing to the tent in his trousers that he was referring to. Was he always hard when he saw me or was it just when he was this close to me. Darius held onto my jaw, making sure my face was only a breath away from his. Heat spread across my chest as his warm breath fanned against my face. "B-butterflies?" I stammer, feeling all sense of reasoning fleeing and leaving a bunch of scrambled remnants with me "Yes my love, fucking butterflies" he answered, his pupils dilating to a much lighter golden hue. "So now do you want me to leave or you want me to show you just how good you make me feel?"I nodded subtly, feeling my skin begin to itch and my heart hammer with sweet anticipation. He leaned in, pressing a chaste fleeting kiss to the corner of my lips before doing the same to the other corner. I whined, grabbing fistfuls of his attire and holding him close. My body ached for more. Why wasn't he claiming me li
AUDREY I steadied my feet, holding firmly onto the steel gold plated steps of the ladder, trying my best not to fall off and have Elijah run back in and scold me for taking such a risk. Being introduced to my Queen's man three days into my stay was certainly something new to get used to. Elijah was like an overprotective older brother of some sort. He followed me everywhere apart from in my chambers unless I asked him to come in and even then he would insist on not going further that the entrance, I found it odd but somehow i knew it was all the doing of my very protective Alpha fiance who I was yet to see today. Most of the time I found Elijah rather annoying. Either he insisted on doing things-I could easily do myself for me or he had the numerous castle guards do them instead. For example one beautiful warm afternoon I had decided to take a stroll in the garden because I had practically been buried in books all week and was in dire need of some fresh
•••"I read through this book" Audrey brought forth the book that contained Bludhäven history. For a brief moment Alistair's eyes widened with shock as his eyes fell on the book but he quickly recovered, the reaction was gone too quickly for Audrey to take notice of. Carefully he took the book in his arms, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he skimmed over the book. He flips the cover, a signature at the corner of the pages catching his eye before he slams the book shut. His sudden reaction surprised Audrey to the point where she leans back, her brows dipped in confusion as she watched Alistair place the book under the piles of books he had come with. "I-it spoke about a dark beast that had reduced the city to ashes, an old spirit, a dark and evil being that terrorizes and comes to spread chaos and ruine every blood moon""These books are not historically accurate. Those events took place centuries ago, no one was alive then" his tone dismissive and blunt"So no one can kno
Lord Sawyer is here. This was bound to happen, I was not surprised, simply dreading the forced conversation he would force out of me. 'Be nice' Augustine warned me, nice, I could pretend to be nice. I could pretend like the idea of having to recuperate in his estate did not annoy me. I guess I am the one to blame for that, if my powers had not gotten out of control. I hadn't danced in a long time so I was prepared to be weighed down by my powers but not like this. Augustine tells me I was pit for three days. How mortifying, and father had still not come to see me. One week had passed and not even a letter from him. Maybe it was for the best, Augustine must have lessened the effects of my accident. Anyone who heard what happened would be suspicious, especially him. But I had at least looked forward to a letter. Hm, just whistful thinking but it still hurts. Winnie opens the door to the drawing room for me to walk in. Stepping in, one foot after the other I tried to craft my sweet
ELARAHis midnight dark mane, soft, ethereal, beautiful and full against my fingers. Brushing through, she smiles, rubbing affectionately against his coat. "Such a beautiful boy, that's you, yes you are" she gushes, admiring the elegant steed she had found in the stables. Reluctantly the stable boy had allowed her comb through his coat, no doubt worried I would cause him a scolding. He looked utterly terrified by the idea, taking a handful of time to stare at me like he was not seeing correctly. Another reason for me to ponder how such a magnificent estate had come from the hands of such a man as Lord Sawyer, not a wonder how everyone in the duchy believed him to be a decent man, not knowing what he is capable of. Did anyone truly know him? Or were they just charmed and transfixed by his deceptive appearance and riches. No doubt everything about him screamed eligible bachelor to all; his success in the March, his properties, his name and handsome mask as he paraded himself around.
Now I was beginning to regret not having a plan. Leading by impulse? Horrible decision. And as my feet took me from the beginning of the hall to the end, my fingers tugging and twisting at a lock of my hair I wondered what room was Ryker's. There were six doors, all identical with no distinction of which belonged to who. If I opened the wrong door I could come face to face with one of the male servant. At least I was in the male servants quarters so one of these doors had to be Ryker's Right about now I wished objects could speak. Maybe whisper to me who their owners were. Just wistful thinking. Taking a stand in the middle of the doors, I glanced between them. Maybe the door on the last row? I could just walk up to the door and knock, what is the worst that could happen? "My lady?" The assistant chef eyed me curiously. I gulped. He cocked his head to the side, "What brings you here... " he peaks into the hallways, no doubt wondering why I was here alone. "Alone" "
ELARA Stepping out under the warm sun, the sound of birds singing in the distance brought peace to my soul and I instantly felt better. I had finally managed to convince Winnie to take me outside to the back garden, it was not as extensive as the one back home. This one was more controlled, restricted. Pavements limited the growing trees, the shrubs well cut and trimmed, the flower's beautiful hues were dull. Pathways parted the shrubs, creating a tidy, orderly harmony between civilisation and greenery. Something I appreciated not having at home. Nature was supposed to be allowed to run wild, trees should be permitted to grow as tall and as far as they wished. We dared not restrict those that came before us. They allowed us live and walk on their roots, breathe in the oxygen they gift us, use them for medicine and herbs. I was thankful nonetheless, I would be able to feel some grass and have the golden rays of the sun tou
ELARA As I slowly emerge from the tangled web of my dreams, I feel the weight of my own exhaustion. My eyelids, heavy as stone, struggle to lift, like the gates of a besieged castle. The air is thick and cold, clinging to my skin like a damp shroud. I shiver, despite the warmth of my velvet bed. Sweat coated my forehead, my cheeks hot. I slowly look around, trying to take in my environment. Yes I sat in bed, but I was not in my bed, not my room. This room was nothing like mine. Where was I? And what happened? My head throbbed, making me hiss in pain. My thoughts are foggy, as if shrouded in a mist that refuses to lift. I try to recall the details of my dream, but they slip through my fingers like sand. Fragments remain: the sound of hooves on the ground, the feel of rough hands around me, safety,comfort surrounding me. The whispered words of a stranger. But the meaning, the thread that weaves it all together, remains elusive. I sit up, my head spins, and I must grasp th
I beckon my ladies forward with me as I took a step into the tent but the guards stopped us. "Apologies my lady, but the Lord does not wish for any visitors. He is still with the physician so he wishes to not be disturbed"One of the guard's informed. Guess this was my sign. "Okay, no worries. We will leave then""My lady, forgive us. We were not clear, he only wishes for you to enter" I glanced towards my ladies. Camilla shook her head, telling me not to go in, Winnie shrugged and Philippa nodded at me with encouragement. "Please, wait out here for me. I will not be long" I bid them farewell as I stepped inside and the curtains closed behind me. Just a short, courteous visit. But the moment my eyes fell on Lord Sawyer, sprawled over his fur bed, half naked my throat went dry. The physician stood close to him, leaning over to inspect the bruise that had formed
Amidst the verdant lists, where valorous knights didst gather, a grand tournament unfolded, like a tapestry to ponder. The sun cast its golden rays upon the scene, as nobles, knights, and commoners congregated, their spirits serene. The air was alive with anticipation, a symphony of delight, as heralds trumpeted the arrival of the competitors, a majestic sight.The crowd's murmurs swelled to cheers, a deafening crescendo. The knights, resplendent in armor, rode forth, their banners to show.I as the lady of the tournament, stood poised, a gentle smile to bless the knights, and grant them fortune, in this test of skill and guile. With a delicate touch, I bestowed a favor, a token of esteem, a scarf, a flower, or a ribbon, to bind their hearts, and seal their dream. When I had heard I was to be the lady of the tournament I had to express my distaste for the sport to Augustine, but never to father. I could never oppose father, I could only grumble
Everyone else around us had recovered quickly, ready to change their steps while we stood there, staring at each other. I inhaled a deep breath and closed the space between us. Ryker understood and placed his hands on my waist, mine winding up his shoulder, our forms pressed. I gulped, my eyes meeting his. The last time we were this close, it did not end innocently. The way I so boldly kissed him, and for a second he kissed me back. His lips melted against mine, claimed my first kiss, his hands tainted my skin, branding me. As I stared into his eyes, the flash backs came flooding my mind. Briefly his eyes dropped down to my lips bit he quickly looked away, not quick enough for me not to notice. ♡ Song: Ma Meilleure Ennemie (from the series Arcane League of Legends) ♡She stood close to him, her body almost touching his. The music was slow and sensual, with a strong beat that seemed to pulse through thei
Azure blue eyes stared back at me, their depths unreadable, black and full of mist, but it was a pair of amethyst violet orbs that flashed behind my eyes. Plum lips painted in red tint tingles in remembrance. Warm lips pressed against mine in fevor, thirst, desire, at least that's how it felt. His hands all over me, holding me tight, claiming me, sending pleasures shivers down my whole form. And then just like that my fantasy is ruined, reality shattering all my hopes. "You look so beautiful my lady!" Philippa exclaims, watching my reflection in adoration. I smiled halfheartedly, "Thank you, Philippa" She winks at me, "I'm certain the Lord will not be able to take his eyes off you"Seriously? Was I call dolled up for someone I did not even desire, meanwhile the one I truly wished to be with could not be any further away from me, despite being within my reach. The forbidden fruit is always the sweetest they say. What was my life? I deflate into my seat, glaring at my ref