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The next morning, the palace was covered in an eerie silence. The soft morning dew shrouded the gardens and courtyards, but the carnage from the previous night still enveloped the entire castle. Servants and guards worked diligently to clean up the place, trying to return the palace to its original state.
While the guards moved the dead bodies, the servants mopped the bloodied walls and marble floors clean. Though the cleaning was hectic, the servants tried to be as quiet as possible.
Inside the room belonging to the King and Queen, Oriana snuggled closely against Adric’s body, her small hands resting on his waist as she slept peacefully. Adric, who was now awake, gently rubbed Oriana’s hair while he watched her sleep.
After being told by Oriana that she was carrying a baby, Adric was furious that he had left her all alone, but even more enraged that he hadn’t killed Nicholas when he had the chance. Most importantly, the young king was relieved that the prophecy about Oriana covered in her own blood didn’t come to pass, and he was glad to be back home with his wife again.
Oriana yawned, stretching her body a little but still clinging to Adric. It was as if, even in her subconscious, she was scared of being left alone again. With her hands forming tiny fists, she held Adric close as she slept with all her defenses down. After the days of worrying about Adric, herself, and their child, she hadn’t been able to get proper sleep, and now that she was finally getting it, she wanted to cherish it.
Adric moved slowly, trying not to wake her up. He knew he had to go out and meet with Nicholas and everyone involved in the treacherous act, but when he tried to move Oriana’s hand, the girl opened her eyes.
"Love... did I wake you?" Adric asked, touching her hair as he tucked a strand that had fallen out of place behind her ear.
Oriana rubbed her eyes, a groggy murmur leaving her lips, "Mmm," she sighed, looking around the room before finally sitting up on the bed. "It’s morning already."
Adric nodded, now looking at her closely. He couldn’t deny that he had missed the girl so much, and he wanted to do more than just look at her face. He wanted to love her and hold her closely, filling her up with all of him, but Adric was scared because Oriana was now carrying his child.
"You can go back to sleep. I just wanted to see how things are outside the palace. I’ll be right back," Adric said, bringing the pillow closer to help Oriana rest her head.
Oriana shook her head. "I’m awake now," she muttered, looking at her husband. It still felt like a dream to her that Adric was now sitting right there in front of her. She stretched her hand forward, taking Adric’s hand and placing it on her chest.
Adric gulped when he felt the swelling of Oriana’s chest, which had increased in size, and he knew the reason why. Feeling the temptation to undress her and make love to her until she was breathless, Adric quickly retracted his hand, immediately standing up from the bed.
"I should draw a bath for you," he said.
Oriana frowned, shaking her head slowly. "I don’t want to bathe yet..." her voice trailed off as she tried to lower the sleeves of her dress.
Adric rushed to stop her, his eyes filled with concern. "I can’t... you’re..." he said, looking at her stomach.
Oriana pressed her lips together, trying to stop herself from smiling. "I’ve longed so much for your touch. I guess it was just me," she said, turning her face to the side.
Adric exhaled, rubbing the wound on his stomach that was now neatly wrapped. "You have no idea how much I want to hold you right now and give you all my love while you lie under the sheets undressed... but I fear... our child. I might hurt both of you."
Oriana chuckled, seeing Adric’s eyes now softened. It was a side of him she never knew she would see. Adric, who always teased her so much in the past, was now looking soft. It was an adorable sight, and at the same time, funny to Oriana. "You won’t hurt our child or me... here, take my hand," Oriana said, stretching her hand forward for Adric to take.
Adric allowed Oriana to guide him. In the past, it was always him who took charge and did whatever he wanted, but now he let Oriana take the lead, as she knew better than him what was going to be comfortable for her and their child.
Oriana turned on the bed, laying on her side with her back facing Adric. She waited for him to join her on the bed, and when he did, he lay behind her, his chest against her back. Oriana’s head nestled into the crook of his arm. Carefully, she raised her skirt, exposing the gentle swell of her hips and the tender skin beneath, an intimate offering to Adric’s eyes alone. She felt his hardened member bulging, throbbing against her back.
Adric’s hand caressed Oriana’s back, his palm gentle as he positioned himself at her entrance, feeling the sticky wetness that dripped from Oriana’s core. His body responded, hardening further as veins bulged along his length.
"Ana," Adric whispered, his voice low and filled with desire and lust.
Oriana hummed in approval as she felt Adric slowly slide into her, his gentle entrance filling her completely. Overwhelmed by pleasure, Oriana arched her back slightly, granting Adric deeper access. He began to move at a slow, deliberate pace, allowing her to adjust to their new position, his movements coaxing her into a state of surrender.
"Mmm," a soft moan escaped Oriana’s lips. She pushed her hand back, bringing Adric’s hand to her front so he could hold her closely as she felt safe in his embrace.
Adric felt Oriana’s lower lips tightening around him, causing him to groan. "Uh," he moaned, his voice strained with pleasure, holding her even closer as he moved gently at a pace that wouldn’t cause discomfort to Oriana.
As the gentle movement of their lovemaking continued, the royal couple’s sighs and moans filled the room and morning air. After several blissful minutes, they both reached a climax, their bodies surrendering to pleasure in each other’s arms. Now, wrapped in a warm embrace, they were covered in the sweet sheen of sweat, their love and passion spent.
"Hold me close," Oriana whispered, her voice barely audible, as she pulled Adric nearer. "Please don’t leave me all alone."
Adric placed a tender kiss on her back, his lips gentle on her skin. "I won’t. I won’t ever do that again. I promise," he vowed, holding Oriana tightly against his chest, basking in the warmth and intimacy of the moment they had just shared.
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