Kaillas nodded his head. He grabbed her plate with lobster and began taking the shell off for her. He placed the shell on a separate plate and left the meat on the plate with her. He pushed the plate back to her after dishing up a small serving of ceased salad.
"If you don't like it we can make something else for you. It won't be a problem." Lobster was one of the few seafood that he did like. He was picky when it came to fish. Certain textures and aftertaste set him off. Lobster tasted just find to him.
The sun was setting in the sky, hues of orange and red and yellow bouncing off of the water. It was a beautiful sight. That combined with the slight breeze, it was a beautiful night to dine outside.
He waited for her to take her first bite. He had a maid on standbys ready to go to the kitchens to ask for a new dish if she didn't like it.
Ophelia watches curiously as he prepares the lobster meat for her. She certainly appreciates it since she doesn’t know what to do. The seafood she has tried has been fish, a few shrimp, and scallops one time when she was pretty young. The lobster looks….interesting. She’s willing to give it a try though.
“I’m sure it’ll be wonderful. There won’t be a need to bother the chefs.” It won’t be fair to have those working in the kitchen make an entirely new meal for her. They’ve already worked so hard on this food. She refuses to be bothersome.
She picks up a piece of lobster on her fork and takes a bite. It throws her off for a second since the texture is new. After a moment of chewing, she hums in approval. “This is wonderful!” The lobster is flavorful and delicious. She’s glad that she was able to try something new.
As she eats, she gazes out at the water. The beautiful orange and red of the sunset paints the sky brilliantly. She’s seen many sunsets before but none have been this beautiful. The light and colors reflecting off of the water is gorgeous.
Kaillas watched as she took her first bite, nervous almost about chosing this meal. Perhaps he should have checked with her before signing off on the menu. But then she let out a sound of delight and his should dropped as the tension washed away.
He offered her a smile before taking his first bite. "I am glad that you like it. There's an abundance of seafood here. The chef will make you anything you desire. Especially when I am not so fond of most seafood." The cooks would be delighted to be able to prep gourmet seafood. Someone to finally appreciate it.
He couldn't help but notice how the sunset reflected off of her hair. How it made her skin glow. She looked beautiful in the golden hour. He was awestruck and it wouldn't go unnoticed. The few staff members around them were hardly containing their smiles at the glow of their young king. Ut was the first signs of love. They were happy for him. This royal family needed something good in their lives after so much damage.
Ophelia returns Kaillas' smile, her eyes sparkling with delight. She takes another bite of the delicious meal, savoring the flavors that dance on her tongue. It’s a shame that she’s had to miss out on something so wonderful for so long.
"You should have the chefs make what you like,” She comments, surprised that he would choose seafood for the menu when he isn’t a fan. She really isn’t a picky eater so she would be happy with just about anything that is served to her. There are a few select items she doesn’t like but she’ll still eat them.
She reaches across the table and gently places her hand on top of his. Despite her initial concerns, this marriage is turning out to be the best thing to ever happen to her. She is well aware of the staff members trying to discreetly watch them but she pays them no mind. This moment is about her and Kaillas.
As the golden hour paints the surroundings with a soft, warm glow, she notices the way Kaillas is looking at her. Her husband looks awestruck. Being looked at in such a way feels unreal. She feels her cheeks flush slightly, happy that she’s so appreciated.
Kaillas simply shrugged a shoulder, taking a bite of his salad. "I still want you to be able to enjoy foods you like even if I do not." Most foods did not bother him but there were a select few, such as seafood, the he would not eat. But given the circumstances, he would eat even that.
He supposed it stemmed from his time in the army. You ate what you were given or you didn't eat at all. He leaned to overcome that very quickly. Between a mix of the bullying and the starving, he learned to eat what was served.
He looked down at the hand over his then raised his eyes to Ophelia. He smiled gently at her before pushed back the chair and tugging at her arm until he was seated on his lap.
He would not usually be so affectionate but this was his honeymoon. He wanted to enjoy it while it lasted. And there was very few staff around. The two that were standing there he sent away with a flick of his hand. They could come back to clean after the couple had left the table.
“I like most foods. There are very few that I don’t enjoy so you don’t need to suffer and eat something you don’t like,” She assures him. The seafood is wonderful and she’d still like to eat it on occasion but she doesn’t want him to have to eat something he doesn’t like. It’s unfair and unnecessary.
She moves over when he tugs at his arm, going along with whatever it is that he’s wanting to do. She hums happily as she settles herself on his lap. Luckily, he sends the staff away so they can have them moment to themselves. It’s awkward when there are people around watching them.
“It’s so pretty out here,” She comments softly as she looks out at the sky. The sun has nearly disappeared on the horizon, the last of the oranges and reds slowly fading away. The sunset was gorgeous. Eating out here was a wonderful idea and she’s glad they did it.
Kaillas heard the click of the door behind them and then they were truly in peace. Even if there was a guard or two patrolling the grounds, it was as private as they would get until they retired to their room. He placed one hand around her midriff and the other stroking her arm. He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her head before settling back against the chair.
"It is," he murmured but he wasn't looking at the scenery, he was looking at Ophelia. God he was whipped. At least he could admit it.
He gave her a small squeeze before resting his head against hers. He enjoyed the silent if the evening as they watched the setting sun. It was beautiful and calm and peaceful. The beach looked beautiful and his woman was with him.
But as lovely as it was, he couldn't help but feel the dread sinking in. He felt like this was only the calm before the storm hit.
Ophelia leans into Kaillas's touch, feeling relaxed and happy right now. She pays no mind to the guards as they check in on them. As she watches the sun dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the beach, a peaceful silence settles between them. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore provides a soothing backdrop.
Sensing a slight tension in Kaillas, she turns her head to meet his gaze. Though he seems seems peaceful on the outside, she can tell that something is bothering him. She hopes that it’s nothing serious.
"What's on your mind?" She asks softly, reaching up and gently cupping his cheek. "You seem troubled. Is something bothering you?"
She knows that she hasn’t known Kaillas for very long but she knows him well enough to tell when sowmthing is weighing on his mind. She’d like to help if she can.
Kaillas raised a hand to grip her wrist. He turned his head to place a gentle kiss to her palm. It gave him a moment to think. He was half tempted to say he was fine and nothing was the matter. But he also didn't want to base his relationship off of lies.
His thumb rubbed the inside of his wrist. "I rarely get a moment of peace. It makes it hard to learn to relax." It wasn't a lie but not necessarily the full truth. He didn't want to worry her over nothing.
He released her wrist to wrap his arms around her. "There's nothing to worry about. I'm just a worrier. Don't let me rub off on you darling."
The last bit of the sun disappeared below the sea level. All that was left was the last remnants of the light but even that to soon disappeared. "Are you ready to go inside?"
Ophelia appreciates that he’s willing to open up a little. She does hope that one day he’ll feel comfortable sharing his full thoughts with her. She wants him to be able to talk about his thoughts and feelings with her freely. She can help with some things, she certain of that.
“I’m sorry that you don’t get much time to relax. At least you’ve got this whole week free of responsibilities,” She offers softly, hoping to put his mind to ease. She knows that it’s not much but at least it’s a break.
As darkness settles in around them, she turns her gaze towards the fading light on the horizon. She sighs softly and then turns back to Kaillas, a small smile playing on her lips.
"I think it's time," She agrees, her voice carrying a hint of anticipation. "Let's go inside and get away from everyone for awhile." Though their day has been pretty quiet, they’ve still been constantly watched and interrupted.
With a final squeeze of his hand, she stands up and extends her hand toward Kaillas, inviting him to join her as they heads back indoors to retire for the evening.
Kaillas tried his best not to show that he believed she just put a jinx on their week long vacation. He hoped his smile didn't betray him. He tired not to believe in superstition but any time anyone has ever mention having a quiet day, something always happened.
He tapped hee side as she hoped off of his lap and he stood behind her. He took her hand, leading her back inside the estate. This was the first time that he wasn't carrying her up the stairs. He debated doing it anyways be finally decided against it.
As they made it to the top of the stairs, he turned to Ophelia. "Do you want to stop in your room to change?" He hesitated before speaking again. "Or would you like to sleep in one of my shirts tonight?"
Looking at her, his shirts would certainly drown her. He was almost a foot taller than her. It might be amusing to see her in one of his shirts. Now he was looking forward to it. And not just because he wanted to see her in his clothes.
(Sorry I haven't been on much. Cramping like a bitch today.)
Ophelia has no belief in jinxes so she isn’t worried. Though she does hope that their vacation remains relaxing and peaceful. She’ll pout for a full year if they have to leave early. This week will be their only chance for awhile to spend time together completely unburdened from responsibilities. She doesn’t want that ruined.
Following him into the house, she makes note that all of the staff, sans the guards, seem to be wrapping up for the evening. She can’t blame them for wanting to crawl into their beds and get some sleep. It’ll be a crazy week and rest will be necessary.
She fully plans on stepping into her room to change until she hears his offer. “I’d be happy to sleep in one of your shirt. However, I must warn you that you may not get it back,” She says with a light laugh, only partially joking about that. If the shirt is comfortable, she will steal it.
The look on his face when he offers to let her wear one of his shirts is what has her agreeing so quickly. It’s something simple and she’s happy to do it for him. Besides, she’s quite certain that it will be just as, if not more, comfortable than one of her nightgowns.
(Oh man I’m sorry! I know that sucks!! Try some peppermint tea and a heating pad. That’s usually what helps me the most. That and a shit load of Advil of course lol)
Kaillas had no intentions of ever getting his shirt back. At least not without replacing the shirt with another. And he certianly wouldn't sleep in that said shirt to surround himself with her natural scent. No, he would never do anything like that.
He walked past her door and tugged her straight into his. He pulled a shirt out of the closet and handed it to her. "Go get changed in the bathroom and get ready for bed." It would take him less than a minute to dress for bed. By giving her the bathroom she coukd take her time getting ready instead of being rushed by him.
After the bathroom door shut, he stripped out of all of his clothes, wishing for a moment that he could just got to bed without clothes. With a sigh, he slipped on his sleep pants and a light shirt.
He sat down on the bed, waiting for the click of the door opening. He was leaning back on his palm, staring at the wall when the door opened. He turned his head back and froze.
(I've been taking midol all day)
Following him past the door to her room and into his, she takes a quick second to look around a little more. Their late arrival gave her barely any time to take it all in. Oh well, she supposes that she can always look around properly tomorrow when its not time for bed. They’ve got a whole week here for her to be nosy after all.
“Yes sir,” She says with an amused hum, heading for the bathroom after collecting his shirt. It won’t take her very long to get ready. Her nighttime routine is quick and simple. She steps into the bathroom and shuts the door behind her so she can get changed.
She strips out of her day clothes, leaving them in a neat pile on the counter. She isn’t sure what else to do with them. Then she tugs on the shirt, unable to resist inhaling Kaillas’s scent. She’s definitely not giving this back to him. Seeing as he messed up her braid early, she lets her hair down and runs the brush through it quickly. She won’t pull it back up til tomorrow.
After finishing the rest of her little routine, she cracks the door open. She makes sure that her husband is decent before stepping out into the room to join him.
(Has it been helping at all?)
(Sorry man. Hopefully it’ll get better soon)
Kaillas raised his head as he heard the door open. Ophelia cane into his sight a moment later. His shirt drowned her. The hem went past her knees and the sleeves had to be rolled several time for her fingers to even poke out of the ends. Her hair was let down in soft waves. She looked adorable.
He might have laughed if it hadn't awoken something in him seeing her dressed in his clothes. It was something possessive and primal in him. That she belonged to him. Only with the best of intentions of course. She didn't actually belong to him. She was her own person.
"Come here," he beckoned her forward, parting his legs sk she would fight right between them. He placed his hands on her hips, looking up at her. She had perhaps just a couple inches on him while he was sitting down on the bed.
He raised a hand and twirled a strand of hair with his finger. "I want you sleeping only in my clothes from now." It wasn't a request. It wasn't a demand. Only a husband admiring the way his wife looked in his clothes. He wanted to see her like this every night. But only he could lay eyes on her like this. No one else.
Ophelia feels like a child playing dress up in adult clothing. The shift practically swallows her. She’s had to roll the sleeves up until they’re bulky from the thick folds of fabric. The hem of the shirt dangles past her knees. Though she feels as though she looks a little silly, she certainly is comfortable. The shirt is soft and smells like Kaillas. She can’t complain.
Her heart skips a beat as Kaillas beckons her forward. She steps over to him, feeling a mix of curiosity and excitement at his possessive yet affectionate demeanor. As she ticks herself between his legs, she smiles a bit as she realizes that now she can actually meet his gaze without craning her neck.
The looks he gives her is something she doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to. She loves how expressive he is with his eyes. The rest of his face can remain perfectly neutral and yet she can tell how he’s feeling because of his eyes. She enjoys that his looks he gives her are always of adoration.
She gently places her hands on his shoulders, leaning in as he settles his hands on her waist. Her eyes sparkles with affection as she responds, "You really like seeing me in your clothes, don't you?" She knows damn well that he’s enjoying it but she can’t help but to tease. "Well, if that's what my husband desires, then I am happy to oblige." It’s a simple request and she’s happy to fulfill it.
Kaillas raised an eyebrow at her words. His little wife sure did like to tease him. He was coming to realize that he liked it. He might actually prefer it. "And I think you like wearing it as much as I like seeing it. It's a win for both of us."
He brushed his knuckles up and down hee side. Hos gaze dropped back down to his shirt that she was wearing. The neckline, while nothing near scandalous for him, was dipping as she shifted. Being the gentleman he was, he adjusted the shirt for her. He didn't think she would be a risk of completely exposing herself but he knew that she might be embarrassed if it showed too much.
As he tugged her forward to straddle his lap, he said, "We'll schedule your coronation a month after we return." His eyes looked back at her face, unwavering. "You will be officially crowned queen then. You'll wear an absurdly large dress, get a crown on your head, and then we'll sit for hours as they paint our portrait."
He did not want to talk about the coronation but he felt like he needed to say something to her. What kind of man would he be if he just put her on her back?
Ophelia feels a shiver run down her spine as Kaillas brushes his knuckles against her side. His touch always gets a reaction from her. “Perhaps I do,” She admits. As much as he teases her, she’s enjoys getting him back when she can. It’s never anything crazy but she enjoys doing it.
She leans into his touch as he adjusts the neckline of the shirt she’s wearing, appreciating his thoughtfulness. While she doubts that the shirt will expose her, she finds it sweet that he’s covering her up to keep her from being embarrassed.
As he pulls her forward to straddle his lap, she settles herself comfortably, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. His mention of her coronation makes her a little nervous. It’s an important event and she worried about making sure it goes smoothly. The idea of officially becoming queen is admittedly overwhelming.
“Wearing an absurdly large dress and not moving for hours on end sounds delightful,” She comments lightly, joking of course. It won’t be fun but she knows that it’s necessary. The sooner she gets it over with, the better.
Kaillas realized his mistake the moment that Ophelia slid into his lap. Had he been bedding her, this would have been perfect. But now it would only torment him as her hips unknowingly ground into his. This was goingnto be torture.
Still, he didn't let it show on his face and he wrapped his arms loosely around her waist. His hands were splayed on her lower back. It would have been so easy to shift his hold lower and grasp her arse but he refrained. Mostly. His hands did slip just a tiny bit lower.
He let out a low chuckle. "No it will not. But I will get to enjoy watching you despise the absurdly large gown." Her displeasure for certain gowns certainly didn't escape his notice. He found it slightly amusing.
"How did you enjoy your first tike at the beach?" A real beach, not the sandy shores of the brown lake. A real beach with white sand and crystal clear ocean water rolling onto the sand as the waves hit.
