Tennyson

After our…moment in the dining room, we each return to our bedrooms. As I lay in my bed, my mind runs rampant with thoughts. I can’t sleep. 

“By this time tomorrow, I’ll be the Me’ah.” I say in disbelief.

I’ve only been here for about 2 weeks, and I’ve only known the King for 2 days. This is the quickest moving and longest lasting relationship in my life. I turn over onto my side and stare at the empty spot next to me. 

“By this time tomorrow, this side will be permanently filled for the rest of my life.” I say, again in disbelief.

I turn back onto my back and close my eyes. If I don’t do anything else tonight, I will go to sleep for the last time as a single man.

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I am awakened by the sounds of people in my room.

“My Lord,” I hear a voice say. “It’s time to get up. We need to start preparing you for the Royal Wedding.” 

I sit up to see Shira and Karl standing at the foot of my bed with maids behind them. The sun still isn’t up yet.

“What time is it?” I ask, sleepily.

“It is 6 o’clock in the morning, my Lord.” Karl responds.

“Wake me up at 8.” I groan as I lay back down.

Shira comes around the side of the bed and pulls the covers off.

“You have to be dressed and ready by 8, my Lord.” She says as she pulls my arm.

I reluctantly get up and look around the room which is in utter chaos. 

“When did all of this stuff get here?” I ask, in shock.

“Just now, my Lord.” Karl responds. “The wall to the right has all of your wedding gifts, and the wall to the left has your wedding clothing.”

I look from wall to wall in amazement. I have never seen a room filled with so many gifts before. Suddenly, Shira claps.

“Ok, let’s start getting you ready, my Lord.” She says, smiling.

I am suddenly pulled into the bathroom and stripped of my clothes. There is already a bath run for me, so I immediately get in. The maids come into the bathroom and scrub me from head to toe. I feel a little awkward having so many people in the bathroom with me. I wonder if Helena has to deal with this? Just as I start to think about her, I am ushered out of the bath, and back into my room. The maids start working on my hair, and doing my makeup. Why I need makeup, I don’t know, but I guess it’s a thing. Anyways, by the time they are done, the sun is up, and it’s almost 8. The last thing for me to do is to put my wedding robes on. As I get my first arm in, I feel how soft the fabric is. The more layers the maids wrap around me, the more I pay attention to the details like the flowers. They look like the same ones in the garden. I can tell that the seamstress took her time to make these. Finally, I am done getting dressed, and it is exactly 8. I hear a knock on the door.

“Come in!” I shout as I look at myself in the mirror.

“You look excellent, my Lord.” I hear a voice say. 

I turn around to see Hugo in the doorway. 

“Thank you, Hugo.” I respond.

“It is time to start greeting the guests.” He says, bowing.

I follow Hugo out of my room, and to the throne room. I look at those same doors that I stood before 2 nights ago and smile. I came here as an intruder, and now, I’m standing before them as the future Me’ah. The doors open, and there is a pause in all conversation. Everyone turns to me and bows. I walk past them, and take my seat in the throne next to the Kings. And just like that, the chatter resumes. Throughout the course of an hour, I am greeted by hundreds of Demon nobility. I get the sense that the people are ecstatic to have a human as the Me’ah. 

“My Lord,” Hugo whispers in my ear. “It’s time to move to the mountain.”

I look at him in shock. 

“A mountain?” I say in confusion.

“You will see.” He responds.

I stand and follow Hugo out of the throne room. We walk down a long hallway that has a red light shining at the end of it. As we get closer, I can see something through it. It looks like a mountain top.

“My Lord,” Hugo says as we reach the light. “Only the King, the Me’ah and the priest can go through this portal, so this is where I’ll be leaving you. The next time we meet, I will proudly call you My Eros.”

Hugo bows as I turn towards the Portal. I walk through and see the priest standing at the altar. The altar is made out of a darker wood. It looks like it could come straight out of a fanfiction novel. I turn around to look back at Hugo, but the portal is gone. All I can see is the sky. As I walk closer to the altar, I can hear the cheers and chants of the people. There are thousands of people at the bottom and sides of the mountain. The atmosphere is joyful, however the setting is ominous. The sky is a blazing red, and there are ashes all over the mountain top. My clothing is white, of course, but everyone else’s is black. Suddenly, I hear trumpets sounding. I turn my head to see Helena walking through a portal of her own. She looks stunning. She has a white dress that matches the pattern of my robes. Her hair is pulled back to show a tattoo that starts at her ear and flows down past the lining of her dress. Her jewelry perfectly matches her dress, and her makeup is soft. She looks like a goddess. We lock eyes for a moment, then she turns her head in embarrassment. I feel a hand push me towards her. I walk closer.

“You look beautiful, Lena.” I say as I grab her hand.

“Thank you,” She replies, shyly. “You look great too.”

I lead her to the altar and face the priest. The people are roaring in excitement now as they see the both of us. We both wave to the crowd. The priest raises his hands, and silence falls.

“Nobles and Commoners,” the priest starts. “We are gathered here today, at the top of Ashtop Mountain to witness this union between our beloved King, and her adored human. As we all know, the King is half human herself, however, that does not stop her from caring for her people. Now, before we continue, does anyone have a reason on why these two should not be married?” 

The crowd is silent. I half expect Lord Sutton to speak against the marriage, but he doesn’t.

“Excellent!” The priest continues “Now, my King…my Lord, please join hands and face each other.”

We do what the priest says and looks into each other’s eyes. As I stare at her blue eyes, the sounds all around me fades. It’s like we are the only two people on this mountain top.

“My Lord,” the priest says, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Do you take our King, Helena Reyes Watkins, to be your wife?”

“Yes.” I respond, still looking into her eyes.

“My King,” the priest continues. “Do you take this man, Tennyson Lacy Bell, to be your Husband?”

“Yes.” Helena says, still staring back.

“Then by the power vested in me, by the current and former Kings of our great empire, and by the ancient dragon that created our world, I now pronounce you husband and wife, Ia’ah and Me’ah, Aphrodite and Eros. You may now kiss your bride my Eros.” The priest says as he bows.

I look at the priest and the crowd. They are all waiting in anticipation. I then turn my attention to Helena. Her lips are slightly parted, but she makes no attempt to kiss me. It’s like she’s waiting for me to make the first move. I gently cup her cheeks in my hands and stare into her eyes one last time. She pulls my body closer to hers. I lift her head and we both close our eyes. I feel her lips on mine as the crowd now erupts into cheers. This kiss is a lot different than the night before. Last night was impulsive and eager. This kiss was passionate yet gentle. Before long, we get lost in each other.

Helena

This banquet is boring. All we do is sit and greet people. There is the occasional dance, however, the newlyweds are not allowed to dance until the last song, which is 2 hours from now. I look to Ty as he is greeting the next set of nobles. He’s good at this. The nobles bow and make their way over to me. Again, we exchange pleasantries, but it’s nothing substantial. I feel a hand on mine. I look down to see Ty’s hand covering mine, then look up to see him looking at me. My eyes immediately drop to his lips. We were cut off during the ceremony, so I didn’t get a chance to fully explore his soft lips. I look up again at his eyes, which seemed to me trained on mine.

“Lena let-” Ty starts before he is cut off by Oscar.

“My King, My Lord.” Oscar says bowing.

“Lord Sutton,” I say calmly. “You of all people should know that once a man marries the King, he will no longer be addressed as my Lord.”

I can see his face turn red.

“My apologies, my King.” He says, embarrassed.

“You shouldn’t apologize to me, but to my husband.” I say proudly.

Oscar turns to Ty, boiling in anger.

“My Eros.” Oscar says as he bows once more. 

As Oscar moves on, I see his mother approach.

“My Eros, My King,” she says as she bows, projecting a false sense of excitement. “What a beautiful ceremony. I especially enjoyed that passionate kiss the two of you shared.”

Ty and I lock eyes, then quickly look away shyly. 

“Oh ho,” she laughs. “Am I sensing some embarrassment from the royal couple?” 

She hides her haughty face behind her flashy fan.

“No Tuila. You are not.” I snap back, smiling.

“Well,” she starts. “It doesn’t matter anyways. You two will be married ‘til death do you part.”

Tuila bows and walks away slowly. Something is off about what she said, but I can’t do anything about it. At least not yet. I turn to Ty, who is already looking at me.

“Lena,” he says, softly. “Let’s get out of here.”

“We can’t, darling. We have to dance to the last song of the banquet.” I say as I rest my hand on his.

I see disappointment flash across his face. I wish we could leave this dreadful banquet, but if we do, it would bring bad luck to our marriage. It’s said that if the newlyweds dance to the last song at their wedding, they will have everlasting happiness. If we don’t dance, I don’t know what could happen to us. I would rather not test that theory.

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After what felt like an eternity of greetings, it’s finally time for the last song.

“Presenting Her Majesty, the King and His Majesty, the Eros.” The announcer starts. “They will now dance to the last song of the evening to bring everlasting happiness to this union.”

Ty stands and turns to me with his hand out. I take it and stand. His hands are warm. He leads me to the dance floor, and we get into position. We lock eyes as we wait for the music. As the music starts, we began our dance, still holding each other's gaze. I’ve never had a dance partner this polished. Normally, my dance partner is so focused on impressing me or trying not to step on my feet. Ty is just going with the flow. I look around the room to see the crowd in awe of us. I turn back to see Ty looking at me. His eyes are screaming with lust. I feel the urge to kiss him. Suddenly the music stops and applause erupts all around us. Ty’s hands cup my cheeks as he stares into my eyes. Before we knew it, we were engrossed in a passionate kiss that only elicited more applause from the crowd. I feel like we could devour each other if not for the crowd. As we pull away, we turn to the rest of the room, and they all bow. We look back at each other and smile.

“Your Majesties,” Hugo says as he bows. “Please follow me to your chambers.” 

We nod and follow him through the grand doors, into the hallway. We can feel the anticipation as we get closer to the room. We stop just before the doors. Hugo opens the doors, turns to us, and bows. We walk in as Hugo closes the door behind us. The room is decorated beautifully. There are candles lit on every surface, and rose petals sprinkled on the floor and bed. I turn to Ty, who is already looking at me. There is nothing and no one to stop us now. I reach up to touch his face as he leans to kiss me. We stand in front of the door, consuming each other’s lips. His hands reach the zipper on my dress, and slowly unzips it. I unbutton his shirt, and quickly, the only thing between us is our undergarments. Ty grabs my hips and lifts me onto his. I instinctively wrap my legs around him. He walks us over to the bed and gently lays me down on the soft satin sheets. Suddenly, he pulls away and looks down at me.

“Ty?” I say, confused.

He caresses my lips with his thumb. Then he gently pecks my forehead and moves slowly down my face. From the corner of my eyes, to my jawline, he leaves nothing untouched. Suddenly, I feel his lips on my neck. I let out a moan as he bites down. 

“Do you like that, your Majesty?” he asks, seductively.

“Fuck.” I say, breathlessly.

I can’t think properly. His teasing is causing my mind to go blank. Just when I thought that I couldn’t get enough, Ty starts moving his kisses lower down my body. I throw my head back in sheer pleasure. The only thing stopping me from losing control is this thin layer of clothing between us. As Ty moves lower, he stops at my breasts and looks at me. His hands are lingering at the clip in the front of my bra. It’s almost like he’s asking for permission. I nod my head to test my theory, and he smiles. He unclips my bra and cups a breast in his hands as he goes back to caressing my body with his lips. I thought he was inexperienced, but I am gladly mistaken. 

He continues to cup my breasts as his kisses move down further to my stomach. He stops at the top of my panty line and looks at me again for permission. I once again nod and he continues. The hand that was cupping my breast was now removing my underwear. As Ty stands I can see the evidence of his desire for me. His pants are pulled​ taunt. He looks beautiful.

“Do you like what you see sweetheart?” He asks, as if he can read my mind. 

“Yes, my Eros.” I respond seductively.

Ty then kneels in front of me, kissing my thighs. I let my legs fall open as he gets closer and closer to that spot. I feel a tingle as I finally feel his tongue on my skin. It’s like my body was craving​​ this. Soon, he is focused on his task down there. I feel his tongue stretching me and pleasuring me in ways that I never would have imagined. I grab his black hair as his tongue travels deeper into my body. The room is now filled with the sounds of my moans. Just as I am about to reach my peak, Ty pulls away and stands in front of me.

“I am not done with you yet, my King.” He says as he licks his lips.

I sit up, and reach for his pants.

“Neither am I, my Eros.”