Lost in thought, she sat down on a nearby couch, her mind drifting back to her life before the castle. She thought about her family, her friends, and the familiar comforts of her childhood home. What was so urgent that he had to leave this night to attend to. Although it's a good thing, the air is no longer tight as it was before he left.
As she sat there, her eyelids began to feel heavy, her breathing slowing. Before she knew it, she had drifted off to sleep, slumped against the couch cushions.
When King Jorian entered the room, he found Calantha fast asleep on the couch. He gently lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed. As he laid her down, he began to remove her jewelry, his fingers brushing against her skin.
Calantha stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She was disoriented, unsure of where she was or what was happening. As she realized King Jorian was beside her, his hands on her body, she sat up with a start, her eyes wide with Fear…
she remembered their wedding kiss it was her first kiss.
King Jorian's kiss had been possessive, demanding, and passionate. It had left her breathless and wanting more. Calantha's cheeks flushed as she recalled the way his lips had claimed hers, the way his tongue had teased hers.
She felt a shiver run down her spine as she remembered the spark of electricity that had run through her body. It was as if the entire world had melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the heat of that kiss.
Did he want to continue from where he stopped….
Calantha eyes widened as Jorian's hands closed in around her, his fingers brushing against her skin. She felt a rush of heat as his warm breath danced across her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
"W-what are you doing?" she stammered, trying to sound brave despite the fear that was rising up inside her.
Jorian's eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned in closer, his lips grazing her ear. "I'm trying to figure out what's making you blush so prettily," he whispered, his voice low and husky.
Calantha's face grew even hotter as she felt Jorian's chest pressing against hers, his heart beating steadily against her own. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong, too powerful.
"P-please," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. "Don't."
Jorian's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. For a moment, Calantha thought she saw something there, something that looked almost like desire.
But then, Jorian's face softened, and he stepped back, releasing her from his grasp. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice low and gentle. "I didn't mean to scare you."
Calantha took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She looked up at Jorian, searching for answers in his eyes.
But all she saw was kindness, and a deep concern for her well-being.
Calantha's eyes dropped, her gaze falling to the floor as she tried to process the conflicting emotions that Jorian evoked in her. One moment, he was kind and gentle, his eyes filled with concern for her well-being. The next, he was intense and possessive, his gaze burning with a fierce passion that left her breathless and scared.
She didn't know what to make of him, or how to react to the contradictory signals he sent her way. Part of her was drawn to his kindness, his gentle touch and soothing words. But another part of her was terrified of his intensity, his possessiveness and the way he seemed to see right through her.
Jorian's voice broke into Calantha thoughts, his deep tones sending a shiver down her spine. "Calantha , you should change out of your wedding dress, I'll call the maid to assist you" he said, his eyes roving over her, taking in the intricate lace and delicate silk.
"It's okay I can manage"
She quickly scrambled out of bed, almost falling in her haste. King Jorian's hands shot out to steady her, but she shook him off, backing away from the bed.
She spotted the dressing room and made a beeline for it, slamming the door shut behind her.
King Jorian's face was a mask of concern as he stood frozen beside the bed. He could sense Calantha's fear, her panic, and it tore at his heart. He didn't want to scare her, didn't want to hurt her.
After a few moments, Calantha emerged from the dressing room, her face pale but determined. She had changed into a simple night robe , her hair loose around her shoulders.
King Jorian's eyes locked onto hers, his voice soft and gentle. "Calantha , I..."
But before he could continue, Calantha interrupted him, her voice trembling. "I-I don't want you to touch me, Your Majesty. I don't want...I don't want you to consume our marriage yet." Surprise by her outburst she quickly apologized
"I'm sorry your majesty if I sound disrespectful I'm just scared"
King Jorian's face was a picture of surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. He took a step back, his hands raised in a calming gesture.
"I promise you, Calantha , I will not consume our marriage until you are ready."
Calantha's eyes searched Jorian's face, looking for any sign of deception. But all she saw was sincerity and kindness. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
King Jorian nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "You are safe with me, Calantha . I promise you that."
He paused, then added, "But I must ask, what is it that frightens you so? Is it me? Is it the marriage?"
Calantha hesitated, unsure of how to answer. She didn't know King Jorian well enough to trust him with her deepest fears. But something about his gentle tone and kind eyes put her at ease.
"It's just...I don't know you, Your Majesty," she said, her voice trembling. "And I don't know what you expect of me. I'm scared of...of what might happen."
King Jorian's face softened, his eyes filled with compassion. "I understand," he said. "I will not rush you, Calantha . We will take things slowly, at your pace. And I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make you feel safe and comfortable."
Calantha felt a lump form in her throat as she looked at King Jorian. No one had ever spoken to her like that before, with such kindness and understanding. She felt a spark of hope ignite within her, a sense that maybe, just maybe, this marriage wouldn't be so bad after all.
King Jorian's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "Calantha , please," he said, his voice low and gentle. "Do not call me 'Your Majesty' in private. Call me Jorian."
Calantha 's cheeks flushed slightly as she nodded, feeling a sense of intimacy wash over her. "Jorian," she repeated, the name feeling strange but also somehow right on her lips.
Jorian's smile deepened, his eyes warm with approval. "Good," he said, his voice low and soothing. "Now, come to bed, Calantha . You must be exhausted."
Calantha hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But Jorian's gentle tone and kind eyes put her at ease, and she slowly nodded. She climbed into bed, feeling a sense of trepidation mixed with relief.
As she settled under the blankets, Jorian turned to blow out the candles, plunging the room into darkness. Calantha felt a shiver run down her spine, but Jorian's voice was reassuring as he whispered,
"Good night."
He thought about how fragile and delicate Calantha was, and how he needed to be careful around her. He couldn't bear the thought of causing her any harm or pain.
As he drifted off to sleep, Jorian's mind wandered to Calantha's beauty. He thought about her striking features, her piercing eyes, and her luscious lips. He couldn't help but feel a strong attraction to her, and he knew that he had to be careful not to let his desires consume him.