Her King - Kingdom of Raultshire

We will be warm in my bed within four hours, give or take. I will deal with her father later. Her safety is what is most important right now.

Chapter 4

Braya

With Christofur's big strong arms around me, I feel safe. So safe that even the wild horse ride through the forest in the middle of the night as he takes me from my father is lulling me to sleep. He has even wrapped his cloak around the both of us and is teasing my nipple without his man, Carlisle, I think; we were only briefly introduced before we took off at a breakneck speed, knowing what is happening beneath the cloak. I am throbbing between my thighs, so much so that I find myself rocking back and forth, seeking the sweet release I found earlier in my bed with the man behind me.

“Sit still, Braya. Your arse is driving me mad.”

“Apologies, Your Majesty,” I say, turning my head slightly so that he can hear me over the wind.

“My name is Christofur,” he growls directly into my ear, sending delicious shivers throughout my body. All I can do is nod in acknowledgment of his words.

Finally, we arrive at his castle, and I have whisked away to his bedchamber, without him. I am not sure what to do, so I lay down on the vast bed that dominates the room and close my eyes. I am awoken a little while later by a maid lighting the fireplace.

“Hello,” I say, startling her.

“Oh, hello, my lady. I am Eliza, your maid. His majesty sent me to help you change.”

“Change into what?” I ask, remembering that I just have the shabby clothes on my back.

“I’ve brought a nightdress for you. We are similar in size. He says that you should rest.”

“Of course, but I can dress myself. I am not accustomed to having help with anything.”

“I understand; his majesty told me you might feel that way. I am here if you need me,” she says, handing me a soft nightgown.

“Thank you, Eliza.”

“You are very welcome, my lady. Please pull this bell if you need me, and I shall come at once.”

“Please call me Braya, and I will. Thank you.”

“I cannot; that would not be proper.”

I nod, though I don’t understand. I know that I am in the king's actual chambers, not a guest room.

“I understand. Can you tell me when or if I can expect him?”

“I am here now, Braya,” my king says from the door I did not hear open.

“My lady, Your Majesty,” Eliza says, curtseying before backing out of the room and shutting the door behind her.

“How are you settling in?” he asks, sitting in a large chair.

“Settling in? What is happening here? Am I to be your mistress? I do not understand why you took me. You do not owe me anything.”

“I owe you everything. I have taken your virginity.”

“I gave you my virginity. You did not force me,” I remind him, but he ignores me.

“I wanted to do this properly, but I do not know how to.”

I do not speak; I cannot. The look on his face is severe and arousing at the same time. Still, he says nothing.

"Do what?" I whisper.

"Be my queen."

"Are you telling me or asking me."

"Both." I love what he is saying, but it is not practical.

"How would this even work? I am nothing more than a serving wench from a tiny village pub.

"And I am the king, and what I say goes. No one would dare question me or besmirch your name."

"Not out loud," I say under my breath.

"Say yes, and I will be utterly devoted to you. You will help me lead our people.”

“Are you certain, Your Majesty?”

“Call me Christofur, and I have never been more certain of anything in my entire life.”

“What of love?”

“What of it? You know that is between us already,” he says, getting up from his chair and coming closer to me. As soon as he says it, I know it to be true. I love this man, and I will do anything to keep him.

“My king,” I begin. “I love you.” My voice is barely above a whisper, but I know that he heard me.

“I love you too, my queen,” he says before devouring my mouth. We move toward the bed. He pauses to rid himself of his clothes. I reach down and do the same. We come together again, flesh on flesh. He is so warm that I forget that there is a chill in the air as he takes me down to the bed. His hard cock digging into me, making me feel alive.

“Christofur,” I cry out as he pulls my nipple into his mouth.

“Yes, my love?”

“Do not tease me so. I need more. Give me more,” I demand, and he chuckles against my skin, the vibrations giving me nothing but pleasure.