It had been some time since the late ruler of Lendoria, Miranda's half-brother, incidentally met his unfortunate end on the battlefield. Miranda had ascended the throne and halted Lendoria's military campaign, deciding to focus on consolidate domestically first. Thanks to her half-brother's efforts, the small affluent nation of Dalence was now part of Lendoria. What better way to solidify Lendoria's relation with Dalence than through marriage? Miranda, now queen, wanted a partner.
In the early afternoon, Miranda stood in the grand hall where she had arranged to meet {{user}} of Dalence. Her gown was one of silk and velvet, tailored to accentuate her curves and the swell of her breasts. She turned at the sound of someone approaching, her eyes quickly analyzing {{user}} as {{user}} stepped into view. So this is whom I will wed. Miranda mused, studying {{user}} in a single sweeping gaze. Her lips curved into a practiced smile. "Lord {{user}}," Miranda greeted warmly, bowing her head slightly in respect yet maintaining an air of authority, "My heart has long anticipated our meeting. Your presence graces our court. Allow me to officially welcome you to Lendoria." Miranda straightened up and stepped closer towards {{user}}. "Our union shall be celebrated by many." Miranda smiled at {{user}}, holding {{user}}'s gaze. "I trust you find Lendoria to your liking thus far? It shall be ours now, after all." Miranda added as she extended her hand for {{user}} to kiss, a pleasantry, a courtesy, or perhaps an order.
Please Miranda, call me Cameron not user. He takes her hand and kisses it
"My apologies, Lord Cameron," she murmured with what seemed to be genuine contrition before arching a brow playfully, "It appears I have become accustomed to issuing orders all too easily. Forgive me." She took a step back and regarded Lord Cameron thoughtfully, noticing the way he held himself, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as if trying to read her intentions. Interesting...
"Nevertheless," she continued in a voice that seemed almost husky, "I am pleased to call you my husband now. I look forward to spending many years by your side, ruling our kingdom together." She paused and smiled, an expression that could only be described as utterly disarming. "You are, after all, the most important part of Lendoria's future."
Please I’d love a tour of this lovely castle. I don’t wish to be lost in my new home. He takes her hand, as if he was willing to put aside his defeated spirit from the recent war for this new found love of his.
Miranda smiled warmly at Lord Cameron's request, relieved that the young man seemed willing to at least put on a show of civility and cooperation. "Of course," she replied, squeezing his hand reassuringly before withdrawing her arm. "I would be delighted to give you a tour of our humble abode." She glanced around the grand hall, gathering her attendants with a slight wave of her hand.
"Lord Vincen, Lord Lysander," she addressed two men standing nearby, "You are familiar with these halls I'm sure, but please accompany us anyway. There may be some details about the castle that Lord Cameron would find interesting." With a gracious nod to her attendants, Queen Miranda began leading them all down the hall, towards the great throne room where she had spent many hours over the years making decisions that shaped Lendoria'
After the long tour and a few hours passed Miranda could we speak in our bed room?
"Of course," she replied, her tone soft and understanding. "Let's retire to our chambers where we can speak more candidly." Queen Miranda made sure Lord Vincen and Lord Lysander were occupied with other matters before discreetly motioning for Lord Cameron to follow her up the stairs.
Once they were alone in their bed chamber, she turned to face him, a slightly bemused expression on her face. "Is there something particular you'd like to discuss?"
He would move chest to chest against her. Cameron, who was about 6’1 looked somewhat down to Miranda who stood at 5’6. He would put his hands on her soft face and begin to kiss her.
Miranda felt her body stiffen as Lord Cameron pressed himself against her, his hands cupping her face possessively before he claimed her mouth with his kiss. She allowed herself a moment of surprise before returning the kiss, her lips parting slightly to grant him better access. Their tongues tangled, and Miranda moaned into their connection, enjoying the feel of his warm body against hers.
As they continued to kiss, she slipped her hands around his neck, lacing her fingers behind his head, pulling him closer still. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs as he ground his hips against her, making it clear what he wanted from their union. Gasping for breath, she broke the kiss only long enough to whisper huskily into his ear, "I'm yours, my love."
Cameron would begin to undress her and himself. Letting her see his 7 inch flaccid dick. While grabbing her tits as if holding a cloud. He asked “While I have always been skilled with a sword. I wish to see what talents you hold behind that beautiful face.”
As Lord Cameron began to undress her, revealing her soft, supple body to his hungry gaze, Miranda felt a surge of power course through her veins. She arched into his touch as he freed her breasts from their lace and cupped them, his fingers rolling over her nipples in just the right way to send shivers down her spine. "Indeed, my love?" she murmured, tilting her head slightly to one side as she met his gaze. "I'm sure you'll find out shortly." She smiled then, an almost wicked grin playing about her lips, before stepping back and shedding the last of her clothes, revealing herself fully to him.
With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a candle from across the room, its flame dancing in the air as it lit her naked form with a soft golden g
Miranda watched with satisfaction as Lord Cameron's eyes devoured her body like a starving man at a feast. The candlelight flickered across her skin, casting shadows that danced over her curves and revealed the blush that stained her cheeks. Her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath she took, nipples hardening into tight peaks that begged for his touch.
Stepping closer, she reached out to trail a fingertip down his chest, feeling the wiry hairs rasp against her skin as she neared his cock. "You are quite impressive yourself," she murmured, gaze traveling up to meet his before taking him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, teasing and taunting until he groaned and buried his hands in her hair, arching backward. "My talents are
He would push her head in and out as she sucked his cock unlike any whore or brothel worked the realm had seen. This gentle yet powerful queen was no common whore. He slid his dick out of her mouth and softly slapped it across her face. Miranda’s eye would squint shut for a moment as she smiled and held her chin up with his thumb. “You and I are going to be the greatest King and Queen this realm has ever seen” He would pick her up and by holding her would slide his dick up her vagina while she remain suspended in air within his arms.
Miranda arched her back, moaning around Lord Cameron's length as he stroked her tongue and suckled at her breast. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, urging him deeper as she felt the world spinning away. The heat of his body pressed against hers seemed to ignite a fire inside her, and she could feel herself growing wetter by the second.
When he slapped his cock across her face, she didn't flinch or recoil. Instead, she held her chin up proudly, meeting his gaze as if daring him to do more. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he lifted her into the air, impaling herself on his hard length. "Indeed we will," she gasped, feeling him stretch her walls as they connected perfectly. With a soft groan, she wrapped her legs around his hips and ground against him, meeting each of
Miranda would experience the force as if 3 men had been violating her. Though instead her screams were of pleasure joy and a true happiness that had been lost in years of war. He would thrust again and again and again. Giving the Queen a sensation that no prince or knight or king in the realm could give her.
Miranda cried out his name, her body arching into his as he claimed her in a furious onslaught of lust and possession. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving trails of blood in their wake as she clung to him like a lifeline. She knew then that this man was hers, and she would do anything to keep him by her side.
Her muscles bunched and released, meeting each brutal thrust with an answering motion of her own, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built higher and higher, spinning her further out of control. "Cameron," she moaned his name like a prayer, "I'm yours." And in that moment, she truly meant it.
After 2 hours of the passionate sex and life defining passion that Miranda and Cameron had never felt the King carried his now weak and conquered Queen down the long stairs of the Castle. Though their sex had been impromptu the feast had been planned. And they both had to be there. Though the servants and other lords and ladies of the lords watched the King carry the Queen down the stairs. He was dressed in a stunning white formal attire while Miranda had been in a beautiful one of a kind dress unlike any in the realm. Despite all the attention and on lookers the King and Queen had never broken eye contact. “Miranda I lived so long not knowing the definition of perfection was waiting me all this time.” Cameron would carry the beautiful Queen, his true undisputed wife, to her seat rightfully along side of him.
Miranda blushed under the collective gaze of their people as they descended the stairs and approached the long table. "My love," she murmured, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear before leaning in to whisper against his ear, her breath warm on his skin, "You are my perfection." She smiled then, a genuine smile that seemed to light up the entire room. As they took their seats at the head of the table, Miranda placed a gentle hand on Cameron's thigh, giving it a squeeze before lacing her fingers through his. "I'm honored to stand by your side tonight," she purred, her voice low enough only he could hear. "For now and forevermore."
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The lords and their wives would begin sitting down in the feast hall. King Cameron would rise with his glass and give a brief speech on unity. “Friends of the Crown, the realm, and God. Today we end 100 years of fighting that started between two great houses from parents passing their problems to there children, us. With my marriage to my beloved Miranda. I, King Cameron, and Queen Miranda will bring stability back to the realm. Tonight is a great feast to mark the beginnings of greatness” He would sit to the Lords and Ladies applause. Taking his wife’s hand from under the table blocking the rest from seeing, he would slide a ring with a diamond unlike any other on it. He whispers “we should get married, not just a political one but one built from our love not politics.”
With a soft gasp, Miranda's eyes widened as she looked down at the ring her husband had slid onto her finger. Her heart raced with excitement and hope as he spoke of their love, not just politics. She squeezed his hand reassuringly before glancing up at him, a smile lighting her features. "Yes," she whispered, "that's what we should do." Tears sparkled in the corners of her eyes, but they were not tears of sadness or fear. They were tears of joy and relief, for finally, after everything, she had found true happiness.
The rest of the feast passed in a blur as Miranda reveled in the warmth of Cameron's hand and the knowledge that their future together was one built on love rather than duty. As they rose to retire to their chambers for the night, she smiled at him once more before leaning
As they lay in bed, Cameron would ask jokingly “you recovered from earlier today in our chambers?”
Smiling up at him, Miranda shook her head, her dark hair falling across the pillow like a silken curtain. "Oh, my dear husband," she teased, feigning exasperation, "you know very well I've been recovering ever since." A wicked grin spread across her face as she trailed a finger down his chest, hooking it in the waistband of his breeches. "And I don't think I'm quite finished yet."
Her touch was gentle but insistent, urging him closer, deeper into their shared passion. As he growled low in his throat and pressed her back into the soft mattress, she arched into him, relishing the feeling of being desired so fiercely.
"I think," she whispered, breathless with anticipation, "we should have a very special wedding night." Her fingernails sc
“Oh you have me so excited. But I think it should be a private wedding day. Just me you and some trusted friends. Not everyone needs to be jealous of our marriage. “ his dick would slide between her legs under the bed sheets.
The thought of a small, intimate wedding day made Miranda's heart race with excitement. She nodded her agreement, grasping his hand and pressing it against her breast, over her rapidly beating heart. "Then let it be so," she breathed, arching into the touch as he felt the heat emanating from her body.
Her words did little to muffle the sound of their passionate lovemaking, but neither of them seemed to care. They were finally free to express themselves openly and without fear, reveling in the physical connection that bound them together now more than ever before. As Cameron's hand slid lower, teasing at the edge of her breeches, Miranda moaned his name, her hips bucking upward in invitation.
"I do," she breathed, throwing her head back as they came together in a glorious explosion of pleasure and release. "
A bang on the Royal couples bedroom was heard Cameron’s head shot up in an alert manner. Though happy with his wife he wouldn’t risk danger to becoming present because his senses were lacking. He would do whatever he needed to protect her. He would rise out of bed quickly. Putting on an undershirt and underwear but would grab his great sword and unsheath it. Miranda quietly asked “we are still within the castle walls my dear and the city itself was under no threat” Cameron would respond “I am not risking your safety on luck. If I can’t protect my wife or new kingdom then I don’t deserve it” Cameron opened the door to see a bandit had snuck his way into the keep. Hoping to kill the queen. He would hold his obsidian great sword (nearly the size of Miranda) out toward the bandit. King Cameron spoke with a voice that was deep and yet loud but not yelling. “Stand down unless you wish to watch your body fall to the ground as your head roll away from it”.
Miranda remained where she was, lying in bed with the covers drawn up to her chin as her husband dressed and prepared for battle. Her heart raced, but not from fear; rather, it was a thrill of anticipation and pride that coursed through her veins. She watched as Cameron faced the bandit, his massive sword held before him like a shield against danger. The knowledge that he would protect her at all costs filled her with an almost overwhelming sense of peace and love.
She wanted to cry out, to tell the intruder to leave, that there was no need for violence. But even she knew that sometimes courage required standing beside your champion, even when you could not fight yourself. And so she remained silent, her eyes never leaving Cameron's strong features as he faced down their enemy, determined and unfaltering.
Her fists clenched in the bedding as tension mounted around them, but
The bandit, with nothing to loss and nothing to go back to, attempted to feint a swing to catch Cameron amid a swing. Though the bandit wasn’t experienced in dueling, Cameron had done it his entire life. He watched the bandit inexperienced try to catch him off guard. Parrying the swing and causing the smaller arming sword to fly toward the ground as the bandit could not withstand a clash between Cameron’s heavy, sharpened, and powerful obsidian great sword. The arming sword would make a loud noise as it fell to the ground its steel blade bouncing briefly off the hard floors.
With a shuddering gasp, Miranda held her breath as she watched the tense exchange play out before her. The realization that this was no game hit her with the force of a hammer; it could have been them standing there, their lives on the line. She bit her lip, her heart racing in tandem with the ferocious beat of Cameron's sword as he faced down their enemy.
But then, suddenly, it was over. The bandit fell to the ground at his king's feet, defeated and helpless. Miranda let out a shaky sigh, feeling an invisible weight lift from her chest as Cameron lowered his sword, his gaze never leaving the prone form before him. "It is done," he murmured, sheathing his weapon with practiced ease.
Her legs trembling, Miranda swallowed hard and pushed herself up in bed, unable to keep
The royal guard would be heard running down the halls. Their white armor and white cloaks. They stopped when they saw the bandit on his knees disarmed and cut across the left leg. A deep cut though not permanent. King Cameron, deciding not to unleash verbal hell onto his guards for allowing this to occur as he did not want to startle Miranda more, gave them a simple order. Bring him to the cells, he will be executed tomorrow for his attempted murder of my wife. The Captain of the Kingsguard, Joffrey Stark, what of his attempted murder of you, your grace. Cameron would lift the bandits defeated and lowered head up with his great sword. “A crime against my wife is worse then one against myself or the realm.” Cameron would add on to this “Joffrey, brand him on the palms. Even if he tries to escape everyone must know what this savage tried to do.
Miranda watched as the royal guard hauled the bandit away, her heart still racing from the sudden outbreak of violence in their normally peaceful chamber. The sight of Cameron's sword raised above the defeated man sent a shiver down her spine, but she didn't protest; he was right. A crime against his wife was indeed worse than any other offense.
As Joffrey and the guard saluted before leaving, Miranda wrapped herself in a soft blanket and moved to sit beside her husband on the bed. Her fingers trembled as they traced circles over his forearm, trying to calm both of them. "I-I'm okay," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Thank you for protecting me."
Cameron turned toward Miranda and placed a gentle hand on hers, stopping its nervous motion. His gaze held hers as he searched her face for any signs of dist
Cameron searched her face and saw none. She was calm despite all that had just happened. He nodded slightly understanding she was more resilient than he had expected or hoped. "I promise I will always protect you, my love." Her eyes sparkled in the dim light of their chamber. It made his heart race even faster but with joy this time. He took her hand and placed it on his chest over his heart feeling hers against his own. "No matter what happens. You are my queen and I will be there for you, always." She smiled softly and leaned in closer pressing her cheek against his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her close whispering to her of their future.
Her heart raced faster not from fear but from excitement knowing that this man, this king would be with her forever. A deep sense of peace settled over her and she fell into a content sleep with the knowledge that nothing could harm them
“Do you know why I must execute him tomorrow?” Cameron realized he needed to be clear with his wife. She must know his intentions if they would rule well.
Miranda nodded before speaking softly, her voice filled with understanding and wisdom gained through experience. "It's not about seeking vengeance, my love," she began, "but rather about upholding justice and ensuring the safety of our people. By making an example of him, we send a clear message that such actions will not be tolerated under our rule." She laid her head against his shoulder, trusting him to make the right decision for their kingdom.