"If you insist…"
Without warning, Konrad swept Iliana off her feet, carrying her bridal style into the Kracht carriage.
"What are you doing?!"
"Didn't you say you wanted me to die in your arms? Good. I'm going to -die- in your arms, alright.
But in my world, that means coming inside you…again…and again…and…again…"
"You…Dissolute!"
But she offered no resistance, surrendering to him wholeheartedly in a heated session that shook the initially steady carriage at various intervals.
…
The return trip to the Kracht mansion went without a hitch. At the doorsteps, the Kracht kinsmen currently within the capital awaited in organized lines.
When Iliana descended alongside Konrad, they all stepped toward her to exclaim their congratulations and present gifts. If before, her status came from her father's name, now that she bore the title of "future saint," the situation was different. They, of course, wanted to show more goodwill.
