Thread: Royal Arrangement Surprise (Caleb Raines & LingeringDesire)

Happily ever after, some girls got it and most girls did not. Sabella, was about to have hers. With a flourish her quill moved along the paper, a wide smile on her face. The man at her side was not her husband, but a stand-in. The king was much too busy running a kingdom to pause and marry her, but she didn't see anything wrong with that. The sixteen year old, soon to be queen, was flying high as her parents packed her into the waiting carriage. They had been preparing for this day for some time. Leaning out of the open carriage window the female waved happily to the crowd that gathered in the streets of her home kingdom. The travel before them was very long and she settled in for it, the stand-in at her side for protection. She had met the king when she was younger, before her fourteenth birthday, of course she didn't think then that she'd be marrying him. She, of course, recalled nothing. But having known for the last year or two she had dreamed of this moment. He'd sweep her off her feet in a beautiful ceremony and then take her away to his kingdom on his steed. Yeah, so things were a little off, but tonight would be beautiful. Sabella sighed and sank back into the plush seat. She smiled at the stand-in, she'd asked him several questions, but he was either mute or sworn to silence, cause he said nothing. Crossing her arms she closed her eyes and daydreamed. Tonight he'd pull her into his arms at the castle door and kiss her, smile and say how hed waited for this day. Then he'd carry her off to their chambers, undress her slowly and -BUMP-, sigh. Her eyes flew open as the carriage leaned side to side, like a ship. Her hand moved and clenched at her stomach, I'm not feeling so good. Nothing. Closing her eyes she leaned back and attempted to finish her dreaming. But it was to no avail, the rocking of the carriage had her mind off her new marriage and wedding night and onto her stomach. I probably should have ate something before we left. The man handed her a piece of bread. What seemed like days later, Sabella and her companion pulled up in front of the castle. They'd had to stop so the princess could be sick. It was a long slow go and now it was after dark, after dinner, and nearly bed time. Sabella rose from the carriage in her white tapestry wedding gown, her satin covered feet and hands shone in the last rays of the sun as it began to set. Her red hair sparkled, small diamonds wove into the up do she wore. Looking around for her husband, she almost overlooked the distinguished gentleman that was sent to meet her at the door of the carriage. An advisor, she tried not showing her disappointment in her smile, but it was hard to mask. As the man guided her through the castle, her eyes fell on many men and women peering and gawking at her. She felt a little uneasy, a soft blush painted across her pearly cheeks. Perhaps one of them was he, she bit her lip and continued moving, her dainty fingers lifting the skirts of her dress up to follow the man up the stairs. The room he guided her to was beautiful, a painting of her hung on the wall overlooking the chaise lounge near her dressing area. The screens were out but the man had left, closing the heavy wooden door behind him. She was too short to really inspect the painting, but what she could see was it was lovely. An exact replica. It was where she stood until the maids entered. They stripped the female down where she stood. Her back was to the painting as they revealed her pale beautiful body. The tight curves and full breasts, all revealed to the world. When the women offered to oil her skin so she would be extremely soft for the king she paled and offered to do this job herself. Turning her back to them she oiled her soft body, her eyes flitting over the splendid painting in front of her. She loved that it was one of those whose eyes followed you around the room. It brought a wide smile to her face as she ran the oiled fingers over her smooth legs and soft belly. The oil absorbed into her flesh but she remained bare. One maid handed her a cup of tea, she swallowed it in a few drinks. It tasted funny. My dear it has something in it that will relax you a bit, do not drink it down as you would mead or ale. The woman laughed and passed her a small plate with fruit, nuts, bread and chunks of meat. The rest of the maids left as this one stayed to serve. With a nod to another the word was passed on to the King, his bride was ready for him. After finishing her small meal, Sabella yawned. She felt good, ready and slightly excited. The thought of what was to come was pleasant. She wanted nothing more than to fulfil her duties, create an heir and grow to love the king. She slipped on the soft robe, buttoning it up a bit she lay in the middle of the plush bed as the maid finally left her alone. She wondered how long it would be before he'd show his face, she felt odd laying there alone in her chambers. Looking up at the ceiling, her eyes traveled to her painting and she smiled. At least she knew he cared. The door opened, a shard of light broke across the floor. Popping her head up, she waited in anticipation as his silhouette took shape in the light. The expression on her face was happiness, relief and a bit of desire.