A month later, on the day of the wedding, a lovely dress was sent to Simina's house with a note attached. Simina recognized Nar's fancy handwriting. Before looking at the dress, she opened the note and read it.
Dear Simina,
I hope you like this wedding dress. It was my mother's. I bet you'll
look absolutely divine in it. It has been altered to fit your dimensions.
Love,
Nar.
Simina couldn't help but smile as she took out the gown. She, Olivia, and Aunt Lyda gasped in unison at its beauty. Silky fabric caressed through her hands and fingers. It was sleeveless, with only large, ruffled straps that would rest on the shoulders. Its white bodice was studded with little crystals, and the skirt flowed all the way to the floor, smooth and pure, shining white. Of course, a veil came with it.
A few minutes later, they'd gotten her into the dress, which fit her perfectly. It was snug in all the right places. Olivia added a touch of makeup while Aunt Lyda touched up her hair. She didn't put it up. Instead, she left it down and brushed it. Simina's hair became wavy and curly. Her aunt pinned the veil in her hair and gave her a bouquet of white roses.
A carriage arrived to take Simina, Olivia, and Aunt Lyda to the church. When Simina arrived, she became nervous once she saw all the people there. Her stomach churned, and she almost started hyperventilating. Her father, there to walk her down the aisle, assured her it would be okay.
Most of the people there were commoners, but some were family. She only wished her mother was there to see her getting married, and to a King! Speaking of the King, Simina spotted Nar standing at the altar in front of Blu, the Royal Adviser. Her breath caught when she saw him. He looked so handsome, dressed in his black suit and matching leather pants. Nar looked very dapper, and Simina's heart began to ache. Desire pooled in the pit of her stomach. She just wanted to be alone with him instead of going through all of this.
You already know the wedding proceedings, so I will skip that bit so as toas not bore you with my rambling.
Simina and Nar wanted a quick wedding, and that's exactly what it was: quick. In thirty minutes, the entire wedding procession was already finished. There would be a reception, but the bride and groom would not be present for it.
They wanted such a quick wedding so they could hurry up and be married. Simina wanted to be alone with Nar in his castle so he could hold her tight. She didn't want to be around all of those people; she just wanted to be alone with Nar.
Simina slipped her hand into Nar's and gripped it tightly. Nar squeezed her hand gently back, stroking her hand with his thumb. Simina gazed up at him with love-filled eyes. Nar smiled at her and pulled her close to his side. Nar smiled at the crowd and waved. He thanked them all for coming and told them to treat themselves to the refreshments previously set up. He turned to Simina.
"Are you ready, my Simina?" he asked sweetly. He stroked her face with the back of his fingers. Simina leaned into his touch and took his hand in both of hers, holding his hand there.
"Yes," she breathed. "I want to be with you." Nar put his arms around her.
"Hold on tight to me," he whispered. Simina grabbed him and snuggled her head into his chest, arms around his back. She closed her eyes. In a puff of swirling purple smoke, Nar and Simina disappeared. They reappeared in the castle, alone in Nar's quarters, the King's Quarters. Nar stroked her hair.
"We are alone now, love. Open your eyes," Nar murmured to Simina, pulling back from her. Simina pulled away, staring up at him. He caressed her face, taking in her beauty. Nar smiled. She was finally and fully his. Blood rushed into his loins. He took a breath. He wanted her.
"Turn around for me," Nar said seductively, brushing a finger down her arm. Simina did as he said and turned around. Simina heard something drop to the floor. Nar was undressing. He removed his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. He threw it to the floor. Nar dropped his pants and kicked them away. Taking the zipper of her dress in his thumb and forefinger, he tugged it down, unzipping.
Simina noticed the dress loosen on her, and her breath quickened at the intimacy of the moment. Nar revealed her luscious skin beneath and pushed the sleeves off her shoulders. It fell to the floor around Simina's feet. Simina stepped out of it, standing bare in front of Nar. Nar held back a growl of seduction at the view of Simina's naked body in front of him.
Simina enjoyed Nar's hands on her, caressing her curves, touching her waist, feeling her hips, groping her thighs. Simina closed her eyes, her breathing growing heavier and more rapid. She leaned into Nar as he pulled her against him, bodies touching, skin touching skin. He touched her all over, enjoying the feel of her skin, of her warm body against his. Simina's face heated. Nar tilted her head back and swept her hair back from her neck. He leaned forward and pressed his lips softly to her throat, kissing her. Nar kissed her neck, lips moving all over her warm skin. A pleasant, tingling sensation spread through her skin. Simina let a small, soft sigh escape from her lips and the sound aroused Nar even more.
"Ah..." Simina breathed. Nar continued planting hot, sticky, wet kisses all over her neck, enjoying the sound of Simina's pleasure.
"Will we...you know?" Simina sighed out through heavy breathing. Nar ran his nose along her skin.
"Mmm. Yes. But only if you want to," Nar murmured. A shiver ran down her spine.
"Yes."
Nar's hand traveled up Simina's side and caressed the side of her right breast. He inhaled deeply.
"You're so beautiful, Simina. Every inch of you." Nar turned her to face him and saw her blushing. He brought his lips to hers and kissed her, grasping her thigh, pressing her body against his so her breasts were flush against him. Simina became acutely aware of Nar's erection against her thigh.
"Let me love you," Nar murmured against her lips. He swiftly picked her up and cradled her in his arms like a baby. He carried her to the bed.
Sometime later, Simina lay naked beside Nar in the King's Grand Master Bed. She rested her head on his bare chest, running her fingers through his chest hair. Nar lay with his eyes closed, resting.. Simina kissed his cheek.
"I love you," Simina murmured. Nar opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her.
"And I, you, my love," he replied. Nar leaned in and kissed her sweet lips.
"Mm. You're sweet." Nar nuzzled his nose into her hair. He leaned back and kissed her ear. Simina giggled as the soft peach fuzz on his face brushed against her chin.
"Do you remember when we first met?" Nar asked, stroking a finger down her arm. Simina let her mind wander back to that fateful day.
"Yes." She remembered seeing him for the first time. Simina laughed.
"I hated you back then, when you locked me up in your dungeon," Simina said with a chuckle. Nar grinned at her.
"You hated me? Really?" He couldn't believe how much that had changed. She nodded.
"Really."
"Well now, we see how that changed. What made your feelings change?" He quirked a quizzical eyebrow. Simina shrugged.
"I don't know," she sighed. "I just ended up loving you." Simina snuggled close to him, burying her face into his neck, breathing out with contentment.
"So tell me. How does it feel to be my wife?" Nar asked her.
"Ecstatic," Simina breathed out, and she smiled.
"Good. You're now my Queen. You are now royalty, my Queen Simina. All hail the Queen." Nar smirked.