Marriage of State
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Marriage of State
Meanwhile, the preparations move on. We're always being rushed from one place to another, but nothing seems to get done. It will all be done by noon tomorrow, however, or won't be done at all.
My gown is terribly ornate. This is a wedding, not a coronation. That will come sooner or later. I will say with all honesty that it can come later for all my wish.
He is not that old, closer to Henry's age than to Father's. I hope that he can be as merry as Henry can. We don't see much of each other outside of public occasions, though. I can't remember even Henry being merry with the whole court looking on. The talk in privacy will come soon enough.
Let me be honest. The privacy will come tomorrow night, and that is much too soon.
The Latin was almost the same, at least. The marriage service seemed much longer than others I've attended. I say so to Henry when we get a moment to speak after the feast. "It lasts much longer when one is at the altar," he answers. "I can remember my own wedding. Let me get you a cup of wine, and you can get back to the dancing."
"I think that I have had too much wine already."
"No, little sister, not nearly enough." I take his meaning, and his offered cup. Hereafter I will drink when I am not dancing. But I am already a little dizzy.
The ladies lead me to the bedchamber and remove all my clothes, but they let me get into bed well before the gentlemen lead him in. They do this gravely, with less merriment than the women showed. The men who relieve him of his clothes are permanently charged with the task and do it neatly. The king makes pushing motions with his hands. "Rouse, rouse," he says. Far from arousing them, this gets them out. He turns in the doorway to look straight at me where I am cowering under the covers. "Good night, Princess," he says. He walks through the door and it closes behind him. It was kind of him to learn that much English.
Now we are alone.
I can't help looking at his center as he walks towards the bed. He is not totally erect, but getting more so. It looks awfully large. Then he gets under the sheet. His motion in doing so exposes my breasts. I pull the sheet back up. "Marie'e" he says and pulls it down again. That is true; I am a bride. Or we are married; whichever he meant, it is true.
He leans over and kisses me. This is our second kiss on the lips, before this it was my hand. His tongue invades my mouth. Does every bridegroom do this? I know about the other invasion, am prepared for it. But this seems somehow more intimate.
His hand is on my breast, as well. This is supposed to be exciting, like spinning around. I don't feel that. It is all I can do to keep from cringing. He rubs there for a moment, strokes down to my center. I can't help moving my legs together. When he pulls them apart, though, I don't resist. He feels my center for a minute, then climbs between my legs. I raise my knees and spread my arms out as Mother taught me to do. I also grit my teeth. He fumbles down there for a moment, and then I feel it pressing against me.
He lunges forward and inward. That hurts, and I scream. He pulls the top of the sheet to my mouth. I take it between my teeth, and he moves inward once more. When I am full, crammed to bursting, with him, I feel his groin pressed against mine. He kisses me, invading my mouth once more. Then he is moving back and forth above me and within me. The strokes hurt significantly less than the first one, but they hurt none the less. He pushes so hard that my head bangs up against the headboard. He grunts and -- then -- collapses.
He is heavy on me and panting in my ear. "Frow," he gasps. I'm not frowzy; I bathed this morning. When I hear him begin to snore, I push him off me. Then I have to pull the covers from underneath him.
I am a princess. I will not cry.
The End Marriage of State Uther Pendragon email@example.com 2003/08/28 2004/07/19 Thanks to Denny for editing this. Another story about another couple beginning marriage: "Forest" The index to almost all my stories is: Index to Uther Pendragon's website