forum Royal Affairs (O/O Closed)

Started May 08, 2023 by @LolaBug

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Ophelia giggles as Kaillas scoops her up in his arms, her shoes held tightly in her hand. She wraps her arms around his neck, happy to be nestled in his embrace. The journey back to the estate is filled with a comfortable silence.

As they enter the estate through the back door, Ophelia admires the surroundings, taking in the grandeur and elegance of the place. When they arrived last night she was much too tired to look around properly. She knows she has much to explore, but for now, she is content to follow Kaillas's lead.

The sand they have unintentionally brought inside leaves a trail behind them, but in this moment, she can’t bring herself to worry about such trivial matters. She’s focused on getting all of this sand off of her. It’s becoming unpleasant.

Settling on the lid of the toilet, she watches with a soft smile as Kaillas prepares the bathwater. The sound of running water fills the room, creating a soothing atmosphere. She accepts his offered hand, grateful for his assistance in navigating her skirts and ensuring they remain dry.

Carefully stepping into the bathwater, she feels the warmth envelop her feet, soothing away any remaining traces of sand. She sighs in contentment, glad to wash the gross sand away. It was a fun feeling at first but it’s unsettling now so she’s glad for it to be gone.

Her heart swells with affection as she looked at him, the water reflecting the soft glow of the room. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. Gratitude overflowed within her for the care he took in every small detail, ensuring her comfort and happiness.

As they sat there, their feet submerges in the warm water, she reflects on their day so far. It’s been nothing short of perfect in her opinion.

Kaillas looked down at their toes, watching as the sand washed away from their feet. He felt a bit of relief as the water washed it away. While being present on the beach paid him no mind, it was beginning to bother him to have his feet so dirty.

That could perhaps be because of his time in the army. It was so drilled into them to contastly jeep their feet clean and dry. It was such an important thing to prevent infection and loss of limbs. He was always dutiful in keeping himself as clean as possible.

He shut off the water and let the water drain and with ut, the last bit of sand clinging to them. "If you would like to change, I can show you around the house." Today was for relaxing. The plans started tomorrow. All he particularly wanted to do was lay down and rest for a while and perhaps train a bit before dinner. But he wasn't going to let his poor bride succumb to loneliness. And he would like for her to know her way around the estate.

He stepped out of the tub, drying his feet before helping Ophelia out. He sank to his knees, motioning for her to lift a foot for him. He grabbed her ankle, drying it while one of his hands crept further up her leg. Nothing wrong with a little teasing.

He kissed the skim just above her ankle before setting down the foot and motioning for the next one. He repeated the same thing on this leg, giving it just as much attention. After kissing her ankle, he got to his feet.

Ophelia blushes as Kaillas kneels before her, his touch sending a shiver up her spine. She lifts her foot obediently, enjoying the gentle caress of the towel as it dries her skin. His teasing touch makes her heart skip a beat. The man certainly bows how to get a reaction from her.

As he kisses the skim just above her ankle, a soft sigh escapes her lips, her eyes locked on his face. Though she certainly doesn’t expect him to do things like this, she appreciates it. It’s a sweet and simple gesture on his part.

When he motions for her other foot, she lifts it, her eyes never leaving his. The teasing is always welcome as she’s coming to realize. She’s been enjoying their little game. It’s fun and she thinks that it’s helping them to bond.

As he rises to his feet, she stands up as well. “A tour of the house sounds lovely,” She agrees. “I’ll only need a minute to get changed.” She doesn’t require the help of the maids so she should be ready to take a little around in five or so minutes. She’d also like a chance to brush out her hair so it doesn’t tangle.

Kaillas nodded his head. He walked her out to the hall. "I'll come get you in a few minutes." He wanted to change as well. And deal with his hair.

Once she was securely in her room, he turned back into his. He changed out of the wet pants and shirt. It smelled too much like the sea for him. He wanted to wear something different. He chose a light pair of flowing pants and a loose shirt tucked into the waistband of the pants.

He slipped into some shoes and walked out into the hall. He paused for a moment, listening through the door to gage whether or not she had finished getting ready. He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

He took a step back, placing his hands in his pockets and waiting for the door to open.

Ophelia quickly busies herself in her room, not wanting to take too long to get ready. She selects a comfortable yet elegant dress, opting for a soft, flowing fabric that allows her to have more freedom with her movement. Since there’s no one here to tell her otherwise, she forgoes the corset. They’re dreadful things.

As she slips into the dress and adjusted it, she takes a moment to look at herself in the mirror. The little marks on her neck aren’t covered by this dress. She’s not sure if she should change or not. Eventually she decides to just leave it. There aren’t that many people here. It’s not like she’s walking court like this. Having decided, she grabs her brush and quickly runs it through her hair.

When she hears the knock on the door, she glances over. She smoothes down her dress one last time before crossing the room to answer it. Opening the door, she smiles at Kaillas. She’s working on pulling her hair back into a braid and then she’ll be good to go.

“Ready?” She asks with a hum as she ties off the braid. Her hair is quite long but she’s gotten proficient at getting it pulled back relatively quickly.

Kaillas watched as the door opened. He looked down at Ophelia, pausing a moment as he took in her dress. She looked beautiful, even without the proper dressings of a corset and her hair pulled back in a simple braid. It was the simplicity that made her look beautiful.

He took her hand, pulling her to him. He smiled down at her. "You look lovely, wife, as usual." He kissed her head before nodding. "Yes, let's go."

His sisters were rooms were both down the hall. He opened the doors letting her peak inside. Both rooms were catered to his sisters while still minting the aesthetic of the beach estate. Katya's still jad drawings from her younger self, putting into perspective just how long it had been since they visited.

"The other rooms are empty. They're for any guests or royal family that we may bring." Their children, should they have any.

"Everything else is downstairs. But there isn't too much to do inside the estate. Most of the entertainment comes from outside of it." The combination of the beach and the little merchant village made it great for a getaway home.

Ophelia smiles warmly at Kaillas as he complimented her appearance. She feels a sense of joy knowing that he found her beautiful, even in her simpler attire. She gives his hand a light squeeze, ready to take a look around.

Peeking into his sisters' rooms, she admires the careful attention to detail in maintaining the beach estate's aesthetic while still catering to their individual tastes. She appreciates the nostalgic touch of Katya's childhood drawings, a reminder of the passage of time and the memories they held. It’s sweet that such sentimental items are still up.

Nodding in understanding, Ophelia listens attentively as Kaillas explains the layout of the estate. The empty rooms designated for guests and other members of the royal family makes since. She hopes that one day they’ll be able to bring their child here. Imagining a future filled with laughter and family gatherings in this beautiful place, she cant help but feel a surge of warmth in her heart.

Kaillad looked back at her before descending the stairs. His eyes dropped to her stomach, where one day she might hold their future heir and child. His eyes flickered back up, smiling at her and tugging her towards the stairs.

"The kitchens are just through there," he pointed to double doors. "We can steal some sweets later tonight once the cooks have gone to bed." He lowered his voice as if the cooks could possibly hear then through the noise of preparing dinner.

"The servant's quarters are through there," he motioned towards a hallway. "My parents wanted the staff to be as close to then as possible in case they needed something. For selfish reasons they're stuck at the estate but their rooms are better than it would have been in a separate building."

He moved on from the hallway to another. He stopped short at the second door. He cracked it open and revealed the home study. One wall was covered in bookshelves, books shoved into every crevice. On the other side, a large oak desk, clear of any papers or pens. It hadn't been used in a very long time.

Ophelia follows Kaillad's gaze to her stomach, a small smile playing on her lips. She lightly brushed her thumb across her stomach as she pictures a perfect little baby in her head. She welcomes the thought of starting a family with him, but for now, they have the present moment to enjoy. She’s in no rush.

As he points out the various locations within the grand estate, she contently listens, her hand gently clasping his as he tugs her towards the stairs. The prospect of indulging in stolen sweets later tonight brings a mischievous glint to her eyes, and she nods in agreement, fully aware of the thrill that awaits them.

Turning her attention to the hallway Kaillas indicates, she considers this for a moment. It must be boring for the staff to be stuck here when no one is visiting.

As they continue their tour, he leads her to a door that opens to a home study. Stepping inside, Ophelia's eyes widened at the sight of the book-lined walls. The scent of aged paper hits her nose. It’s wonderful. She can’t help but feel a twinge of excitement, realizing the potential for exploration and discovery within these shelves.

Walking over to the oak desk, she runs her fingers along the smooth surface. It is clear that the study hasnt been used in a while, as if time is standing still in this room. But there is a certain charm in the untouched orderliness, as if it is waiting patiently for someone to breathe life into it once more.

Kaillas watched as Ophelia stepped into the room, circling around it and touching the desk. He leaned against the door frame, hands in his pockets. "My father was never very good at leaving his work at home. The last time I came here with all us, he sat at that desk for most of the time, working."

The smile that had formed on his lips slowly faded as he tried to remember the last time he had been there. His parents, his brother, and Elora. His father had shut himself and his brother away in the office. He remembered begging to come in. He wanted to play with his brother and father. He wanted to go for a swim. But they never let him in. They just shut themselves away, claiming it was king business.

His mother had been occupied with baby Elora. She had been barely a year old. So Kaillas had been left alone to fend for himself and entertain himself. It had been a very boring trip for him and the last time he had a vacation with his whole family.

He shook his head, trying to shake the memory from his head. He walked into the room, grabbing Ophelia's hips and placing her on top of the desk. He smiled down at her, cupping her cheek as he stepped between her open legs.

Ophelia observes the room, her fingertips gently tracing the surface of the desk. She can feel the weight of Kaillas' words hanging in the air, a mixture of nostalgia and longing. Her heart goes out to her, knowing that it must have been hard for him to not see his father often Turning her gaze towards him, she leans against the desk and listens.

"It‘a hard when the ones we love get consumed by their work," She says lightly softly, knowing how he feels. Her own was never father of the year, often neglecting her to spend time with her brother. Then he died and she was just ignored until it became time to marry her off. That part worked out pretty well at least. “I am sorry that you didn’t get to spend that time with your father.” It must be hard, especially now that his father has passed.

This time she sees it coming so she’s not completely caught off guard when he lifts her up onto the desk. She smiles and rests her cheek against his hand. “And what do you think you’re doing?” She asks him playfully, well aware of where he’s standing right now.

Knowing that the topic of his family is difficult for him, she doesn’t mind the change. It’ll be awhile before he opens up to her and she’s made peace with that.

Kaillas didn't respond to that. What little he remembered of his father, he was always working. He never gave little Kaillas a time of day. And when he was too much, he had been sent away to be a squire and eventually ended up in the army.

He didn't want to be his father. He didn't want to be so consumed with the duties of being king that he completely ignored his family. That he left his sisters to do as they pleased. That he let his wife to fend for herself. That he let his children be fatherless. He didn't want to allow that.

Standing there between her legs, he felt a weight lift off of his shoulders. His thumbs rubbed the outside of her thighs, his smile returning to his lips. "Hmm, what does it look like I'm doing?"

It looked like he was trying to make new memories at this desk. He hadn't sat at this desk once since he had returned to the palace. Too many negative feelings were in this room. He visited jt as little as possible. Not unless his sisters had locked themselves away in this room reading a book or playing chess.

Though she understands that it’s hard to talk about family, she hopes that he’ll open up to her eventually. She wants to help him if she can. Family can be complicated, she understands that more than most people.

Her own family has been nothing short of neglectful. They haven’t so much as written a single letter since they sent her away. Maybe it’s for the best. They don’t care about her and she knows it. She wishes that they could be close but they’ve never wanted a proper relationship.

At least now she has Kaillas and his sisters. She’s happy to have met them all. She looks up at him with a smile, happy to push away all of her negative thoughts and just enjoy this moment.

As he stands between her legs, his thumbs gently caressing the outside of her thighs, she meets his gaze with a playful expression. "Looks like you’re being cheeky," She replies with a teasing tone. She sets her hands on his chest with a light hum.

Kaillas let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head at her. He leaned forward and knocked his nose against hers. "I think you're being cheeky, wife."

He looked down at the hand on his chest before pulling her hips into his. He had a sudden fantasy come to his mind and of him and her naked on his desk. He needed to shake his mind of these things but he was a man and she was a beautiful woman. And his wife. Wife.

He was still trying to get used to the word. He was a husband. He was married. To a beautiful woman with a brilliant mind. He couldn't wait to spend everyday with her.

He cupped her cheek gently, looking down at her with a silent question. He knew she knew what he wanted. A kiss. One with a bit more privacy than they had when they were up in that cave.

Ophelia laughs a bit when he knocks his nose against hers. "I have never been cheeky a day in my laugh," She informs him, not even bothering to try and hide the grin on her face.

She shifts around a little when she feels his hips against hers. It's a feeling that she's not used to yet. They haven't gotten that far in their adventures.

The expression on his face is one that's starting to become familiar. She doesn't know what exactly he's thinking but she knows that it's something dirty. Though she wants to know what he's thinking, she knows that he won't tell her. He hasn't yet. Soon, though, she hopes. She's very curious.

She hums softly when he cups her face, enjoying his touch. She's more than happy to agree to his request, leaning forward and kissing him. There are no guards or other peopel around this time, finally granting them the privacy they've been wanting.

Kaillas most certainly did not believe that lie. His little wife was being cheeky with him. But instead of pressing the issue, he let it go. For now that was. He was just enjoying the presence of her in his arms.

Ophelia leaned forward to kiss him and he couldn't help but feel his heart soar. It hadn't been all that long ago when she had been nervous to kiss him, let alone initiate. Even if he had egged her on. He released a soft sigh as he felt her lips on his, eyes closing. Heaven. This was heaven.

His hands slowly slid up her thighs, pulling at her skirts until his hands rested on her hips. Her skirts had been pulled up to her knees and it made it easier to stand between her legs. He liked kissing her, he decided. He liked kissing her more than anything else he had ever done. He might perhaps like it more than training. And he loved training.

He slipped one hand behind her neck, hands slipping through the strands of her braid. "You're insatiable," he murmured. "I have a feeling I'm not going to get a lot of work done with you around." And he wouldn't be complaining about it either. And this was only with them kissing. He couldn't imagine what their life was going to be like when they were finally carnal.

Ophelia has certainly gotten much more comfortable around him. She appreciates that he takes so much care and consideration into making sure that she's okay with what he's doing. It's really helped her to open up and be more relaxed and confident around him.

The several layers of her dress, even as simple as it is, gets in the way. She wishes that her outfits didn't have to be so complicated. Part of her just wants to take it off so it's not so bothersome but she knows that's not an option. Not right now at least.

She smiled against his lips, her voice slightly breathless as she responded, "Perhaps I am insatiable when it comes to you, my love. But rest assured, I will do my best to not be too much of a distraction." Her fingers lightly traced the nape of his neck, reveling in the sensation of his touch.

A soft chuckle escapes her lips when she hears him, playfulness in her eyes. "Won't it be nice for you to have a distraction from all of your work? You don't want to spend all of your time cooped up and being miserable, do you?"

His thumb caressed the nape of her neck, his fingers tangled in her hair. He was likely ruining that pretty little braid of her but he couldn't find it in him to care.

"Hmm, that doesn't sound very truthful wife. I think you enjoy distracting me." He kissed her once, slowly, before drawing back. "And as wonderful as that proposition sounds, I will need to eventually get work done. I do have a country to run."

He smiled against her lips as he leaned in once more. He couldn't get enough of her. He was addicted. Or cast by a spell. He coukdnr decide which one sounded more probable.

"I have full faith you'll keep me more than occupied." He pulled just far away enough to gaze down at her. His eyes flickered once more to the marks on her neck. He wouks never tire of looking those. Though perhaps the next ones he'll make would be in place more easily concealed. He didn't wish to make a full of her at court.

Laughing a bit at Kaillas's playful accusation, she shakes her head. "Guilty as charged, dear husband," She admits, knowing fully well that she enjoys being a distraction. "I suppose I'll let you get some work done," She assures him, knowing that she can't keep his attention all to herself.

Feeling his fingers running though her hair, she knows that her braid is as good as ruined. That's alright with her. She's happy to sacrifice her braid if it means that he's enjoying himself.

She revels in the warmth of his smile against her lips, the intoxicating taste of his kiss fueling her desire for more. Pulling away from the kiss, she takes a breath. She lifts her hand and brushes her thumb across his cheek lightly.

"I am more than happy to keep you occupied." As his gaze flickers to the marks on her neck, she follows his line of sight, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. The ones on her neck are on full display. She's hopeful that they'll fade before they have to go back to the palace. The last thing she wants is for the ladies of the court to see them. That would be the cause of some nasty gossip.

Kaillas leaned his cheek into her hand, his eyes shutting at the feeling. He had to forced himself to relax as she touched his scar. It was an unusual feeling to him and he had always been so guarded. He didn't even let his sisters touch it when they had been curious in their younger days. He remembered making Katya cry for snatching her hand before she could touch it.

He opened his eyes to smile down at her. He had no doubt in his mind she would find wicked ways to keep him distracted from his work. He couldn't wait for her to do such things.

He gripped her hips as he pulled back in for another kiss. He nipped at her bottom lip once more, a small tease, before kissing her gently. He knew better than to engage in anything near what they had at the beach. Je woukd risk taking it too far. But that didn't mean he couldn't tease her alittle bit. Unfortunately, they were interrupted before anything coukd go any further.

Kaillas had never fully closed the door behind them. He had left it half way open. And a maid had come to fetch them for dinner. She hadn't been expecting to walk in on such a scene. She let out a startled gasp before dipping into a deep curtsy. "Oh, Your Majesties." She trained her eyes to the floor. "Um, the cooks wanted me to inform you that dinner is ready."

Ophelia feels Kaillas's grip on her hips tighten, loving the feeling. She reciprocates the passion of his kiss, savoring the taste of his lips against hers. The small nip on her bottom lip sends a thrill through her. Things got intense in the cave but this is simple and fun. She knows that it won't go any further than what they're doing and she's alright with that.

Their moment of intimacy is abruptly interrupted by the door opening and the presence of the maid, whose startled gasp shattered the bubble of their private world.

Startled, she quickly disentangled herself from his embrace, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment. She yanks her skirts down to cover herself up properly, just wanting to just disappear. Being caught in such a vulnerable position is utterly mortifying. She thought that they were alone and safe to enjoy each other's company in private. Clearly she was wrong.

Not really sure what else to do, she manages to mumble out a 'thanks', refusing to so much as look at the maid. Naturally, she feels terrible that the maid had to witness this. It's not a pleasant experience for anyone. At least now she's learned that locks are a necessity. It's a mistake she won't make twice.

Kaillas pulled back from the kiss, startled at the intrusion. He turned his head to look at the maid behind him, not lossejing his grip or stepping away from Ophelia. One, he wasn't doing anything wrong. He was simply giving his wife affections. And secondly, he was trying to block her from view as much as possible to save her from the embarrassment.

He watched as the maid scrambled out after delivering the message. He turned his head back to Ophelia, trying and failing to contain his laugh. He dipped his head and hid it in her neck as his shoulder shook with his laughter.

He gathered himself pulled his head out if her neck. Amusement laced his eyes. He cupped her cheek and kissed the top of her head. "I think dinner is ready."

He stepped away from her, straightening his shirt and giving her a moment to collect herself. He outstretched his hand towards her for her to take and led her outside of the room. "Next time, we're closing the door."

Ophelia has nearly died. This is the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to her. She’ll never be able to look that maid in the eyes again. She presses her face against Kaillas’s shoulder, utterly humiliated right now. She doesn’t know what she did to deserve that but the universe must have it out for her.

What catches her off guard is the laughter. She didn’t expect him to be nearly as embarrassed as she is but laughing isn’t what she expecting either. Though she’s not sure how he can possibly find this funny, she lets him carry on. It gives her a chance to compose herself a little.

“Really? What gave you that idea?” She asks, giving him a pinning look. Her tone isn’t stern in the slightest but the sarcasm is thick. Hopping off of the desk carefully, she grabs his hand so they can go. She just wants to forget about this whole thing.

With a quiet huff, she follows him out of the room and down the hall. Hopefully dinner will prove to be uneventful. “Next time, we’re locking the door.”

Kaillas chuckled at her words. It dripped in sarcasm and gave her an insight to the woman beneath the surface. He squeezed her hand, trying to provide a bit of comfort, even after he had laughed at her.

"Noted. We'll lock the door tonight." He had plans to woo her. Of course he wouldn't go much further than a little fondling. But in the comfort and safety if their bedroom, she might feel more comfortable and open to receiving such affections. Slowly but surely. He had a month until her twentieth birthday. He could bide his time untim then.

He followed the smell of lobster until they were out at back door and faced with iron chairs and table. Cushions were set on the seat and back of the chair to add comfort. He pulled out a seat for Ophelia to take before sitting down next to her.

"I hope you like seafood," he said. "If not, I'm sure the chef can prepare soemthunf else quickly."

Ophelia glances over to him when he says that they’ll lock the door tonight. That implies that he’s got something up his sleeve. She has to admit that she’s curious. As long as she makes sure that the door is locked, she’ll be able to relax and enjoy herself. Being interrupted was terrible and embarrassing.

As they reach the outdoor dining area, she takes in the pleasant surroundings. The scent of lobster makes her stomach growl in anticipation. She smiles at Kaillas as he pulled out a seat for her, gracefully taking her place before he sits down beside her.

"Seafood is rather rare in my kingdom so I havent tried much of it. I did enjoy what I have tasted,” She replies, though very interested in trying whatever has been prepared. Another downside to being from a landlocked kingdom is that all seafood is imported. It’s a rarity to have, even for the royal family.

She looks around the area, glad that they decided to eat outside. The weather is still absolutely perfect and nothing can beat that view.