Husband?
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Annabelle hugged her mother for one last time, her eyes red. It was time to leave with her husband.
Husband?
The word sounded odd in her head but when she look at him she felt some kind of anticipation...
For what the future holds for her.
The carriage was set to leave, She casted one last look at the home she had stayed all her life before climbing into the carriage.
They rode home in silence but it only made her more nervous.
"Scared?" His deep voice breaking the silence.
Ann subconsciously flinched but then turned to face him slowly, trying not to look as enchanted as she actually was by his beauty.
"No, your highness"
Ofcourse that wasn't entirely true, she was anxious for what was next... She thought she was ready but clearly she wasn't.
"Just a bit" Ann added when she realized he was still staring at her.
He smiled, but Ann couldn't help avoiding his eyes.
Something about his eyes and the way he gazed at her made her shy.
His every gesture gave her butterflies that she couldn't help but move the blame to the mating bond.
"Annabelle, you shouldn't be scared" he called out, surprising Anne.
She didn't know he knows her name.
She have heard about how some of the suitors for the princess didn't care to know about the lady they were marrying and were only interested in the physical pleasure the lady would bring and the connections between the both land.
But then they were mates, surely he would not be like them right?.
"Can I ask for your name your highness?" Anna asked Rather doubtfully.
She wondered if it was proper to ask a prince of his name.
"Advay" he pronounced.
She knew she was getting married to one of the prince's from Persia, so she learned about them since the king didn't tell her which of the prince's from Persia she was getting married to.
Advay...
He was actually the crown prince and next in line to be king of Persia.
It was no wonder her father looked like he was being giving the best prize.
So it was because he was making connections to the next in line to lead a powerful kingdom like Persia.
Now, she couldn't get the incoming thoughts out of her head, as various questions filled her.
Was she his first wife? Or the third? Did he have mistresses? Was she just a tool to satisfy a prince's pleasure?
She couldn't help but wonder...
It was no new news that crown prince's had full rights to get mutiple wives and were gifted with different mistresses every year.
"Wouldn't you call my name?" He spoke disrupting Anna's dis-organized thoughts.
"Your highness?"
"No, I want to hear you call my name"
"Prince A-"
"No, just my name Ann"
Anna looked into his eyes shyly, then hesitantly called out.
"Advay"
It drew an amused smile from him.
"You call it with dread... Like it's unpleasing to you"
"No!!! It isn't. 'Advay...' It means unique" Ann replied.
"You seem like you have read a lot about names"
"Not really" Ann replied, realizing she was beginning to feel comfortable in his presence,but then it wasn't a woman's place to engage too much into a discussion with men or her husband, so she went quiet again.
Advay noticed how self hesitant she was in her every reply, always weighing her words.
He didn't like it, her voice was enchanting and he wanted to hear more of it.
The carriage was enveloped in silence as they both begin to feel fatigue and Anne slowly drifted to sleep.
Prince Advay, opened his eyes to stare deeply at his now new wife.
The thought of having someone who would now share his name and most of what was his hadn't really registered.
She was different from other women he had come acrossed.
He looked at the woman sleeping so peacefully next to him, her head tilted to the side which he was sure must be uncomfortable.
He moved closer, placing her head atop his shoulder to get a better rest.
Being so close to her, he could now appreciate her beautiful features more closely.
She had a pair of long lashes, that was casted over like a pair of two fans over her eyes.
With pale white skin and no pores.
Her lips...
His Adam Apple bobbled, her lips were full and pursed like they were waiting to be kissed and flavoured with his.
He avoided her face to look back at he passing road, he had felt an overwhelming and increasing urge to touch her caramel hair and those lips... but he restrained himself.
He didn't want to scare her, she was already anxious as it is.
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Ann woke up when the carriage made a jolt that indicates they had arrived.
The prince had stepped down, now offering her a hand to help her down.
Placing her hands in his, for the second time today, she raised her flowing gown. Her gaze already taking in the magnificent sight of the building.
It gave a majestic ghoulish vibe, that looked like she wouldn't get tired of touring.
Two maids approached them with a smile.
"Your highness" they both greeted.
Prince Advay nodded to them,
"We would like to prepare her highness with your permission"
Advay glanced at her.
Ann subconsciously tightened her fist to her dress, her heart pounded hard as she couldn't help but become nervous again..
She wasn't ignorant, she knew what the maids mean, they needed to prepare her for her wifely duty, which she believed was her marriage consumation.
She thought she was ready, but clearly she wasn't.
She had never spent a night with a man nor had she experienced what it means to be married.
She have heard stories, but then she was still scared.
It would be her first time.
Prince Advay noticed the hesitation in his wife's face. He wasn't sure what was wrong but he didn't want her been uncomfortable.
"No, she's fine. We would skip this" he replied.
"Your highness..." The maids passed a pleading look which Ann understood was because the process was a must and they had to go through with it.
"Urm, its-its okay" she whispered.
"Are you sure?" He asked, making her feel some kind of comfort.
Anne nodded.
The maids motioned for Anne to come with them and led her into a room where they helped her in slipping from her flowing dress, then further relieved her from the weight of the many jewelries she was wearing then oiled her skin with many different scented tubs
After changing into a silk nightwear, with her hair left to cascade down her shoulders she was led into another bedroom she could tell was Prince Advay's.
"We will inform his highness that we are done" the maids took their leave after informing her.
Anne looked at her reflection on the mirror, apart from the robe she was holding tightly into, she was wearing only a thin dress that exposed most of her figure and even with the robe on, half of her rosy skin was still out.
She knew she was been prepared for the consumation.
After a while, the door opened to reveal Advay.
He stood for a while, she could feel his eyes on her, his gaze getting darker each second.
Instinctively, she held her robe more tightly to herself.
When he came closer by a step, Anne couldn't hold the subconscious move to step back.
Advay stopped in his step.
Realizing his wife was actually...
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