From Ruins to Royalty: Long Live The Queen

Chapter 1: Seen Analeise POV " Wear the gown that I have prepared for you, and you will spread those thighs for me with the reverence befitting of a king. And if you are lucky enough... I might consider not snapping you in half with a flicker of my fingers." King Silvan said coolly. This man is also my husband. I was given to him as a peace offering. Tonight was the night we would be consummating our marriage. "I will admit, this gown is indeed beautiful. Perhaps too beautiful to be worn by me. I doubt I will do it justice. However... with the matter of spreading my thighs with reverence for you. You need to show me you are worth such first. After all, I've never been touched before. I am pure. I am not a plaything you can simply take as you please. Not yet, at least," I told him, speaking softly. I have never raised my voice at him or in a disrespectful manner. I respected him and he also did not ask for this, so I held no resentment towards him. Silvan's expression did not shift — not in softness, not in anger. He stood there, motionless as carved stone, staring at me, the human girl who dared to speak to him with such foolish pride. But aside from my innocence, my pride is all I had left. He didn't smile, but, his gaze darkened with interest. "You speak as though you have leverage." His voice was low, controlled, edged with mockery. "You are mine. Every breath you take is borrowed from me." He stepped forward towering, until the cold weight of his presence filled the space between us. "But very well. I will indulge you once." I was surprised a bit that he agreed. It warmed my heart a bit. Showing me that he would indulge me made me more willing to give him all of me. "Show me Silvan... Show me that I am yours." I said to him softly. I gently placed my hands on his bare chest. "Is this okay?" I asked him softly. I didn't know much about this king, but I knew he was sensitive to touch. He didn't fancy others touching him. He had not made a move to remove my hands from him, so I laced them around his neck, hoisting myself only tippy-toes, trying to reach his face as close as I could. "You need to meet me halfway, my king. Please." I pleaded softly while staring into his alluring silvery eyes. I was impossibly small against him. His silver eyes tracked every movement I made and every breath I took. He tilted his head, expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he bent forward. Slowly. Deliberately. Until his face hovered just above mine, silver eyes burning into mine, our noses nearly touching. "There," he muttered, his voice still cold as silk. "Is this enough? Or do you require more persuasion?" His hand rose — fingers lightly brushing my jaw, tilting my face upward. "You make me want more." I said in my usual soft tone before placing a gentle kiss to his lips. He didn't react, so I was about to let go, starting to feel rejected. His hand shot up — fast as death — and caught the back of my head. Fingers tangled through my hair, firm, claiming, and he held me there. "Who gave you permission to stop?" His voice was low, dangerous. Silver eyes bored into mine, unreadable and utterly dominant. Yet finally — he kissed me back. Slow and controlled yet crushing. His mouth claimed mine with the weight of an empire behind - there was no tenderness, only ownership. His other hand gripped my waist pulling me flush against his bare body. When he finally broke the kiss, his lips hovered just above mine. " You will learn, little mortal," he murmured. "That what I give — I take completely." "Then take me my love. All of me. You have earned me tonight." I said to him softly, yet so needy and yearning for his lips on mine again. I needed more. " Be gentle. Please." I whispered against his lips nervously. "I'm ready to be yours completely." His expression remained as it had the entire night so far, unchanged. He cupped my face with one hand, his thumb brushing my cheek. His other hand slid down my spine, pressing me closer to him if there was any space left between his bare body and my clothed one. "You will not break," he murmured coldly, silver eyes locked on mine. "I won't allow it." Then he kissed me again — slower this time and deeper. His hand was tightening in my hair. When he pulled back, his voice was low. "Remove the gown." I did as he commanded of me and now I stand completely bare before him. Not just in body, but mind and soul. "I can take it. I can take all of you. I promise. I wont break. You won't break me." My voice was soft as a feather, gentle as i trailed my hands down his chest. He reached down, gripping my wrist, halting my wandering hands. His thumb pressed against my pulse — feeling the frantic flutter beneath my skin. He released my wrist and stepped back, gesturing toward the bed. "Lie down. On your back. Legs spread." His tone left no room for negotiation. "If you truly wish to prove yourself to me... then obey." And I did. I obeyed every command he gave without any resistance. I have never felt this way before. Never been touched like this. He filled me completely. Now we were both laying there, he was halfway on top of me just breathing. "Was...was I okay?" my question came out timidly due to me being shy. Honestly, he probably felt it was nothing. I am sure he had others before me who were experienced in the least. He remained silent for a bit, the thought of him rejecting me strained my heartstrings a bit. He turned his head, gaze sliding down to meet mine. Cold, yet measuring. "You survived," he said flatly. "That alone is more than most could claim. His hand moved, brushing a strand of hair from my face. The gesture could have been seen as tender, but then his voice rang out, remaining so detached. He shifted his weight, sitting upright at the edge of the bed. His back turned to me, giving me the most perfect view of his muscles carved from centuries of power. "Sleep. You will need it." He didn't even look at me. I don't know what I was expecting, but now I feel more rejected than before. Hence, instead of responding, I got off the bed, clothed myself back in the beautiful gown and the robe I had over it. I didn't care that I was extremely sore and utterly exhausted. I just needed to get out of here. It was suffocating me now, I could not stay a second longer. I turned to him, not daring to meet his gaze, "I am sorry that I was not satisfactory enough tonight. I have never done this before. I am inexperienced. I will take my leave now to my chambers, King Silvan. Good night." I was making my way towards his bedroom door limping clearly, with no hope that he would try to stop me. "Stop." "you believe you can take me," he humored, his voice edged with dark amusement. "Touching."