Alura was woken well before dawn. Every inch of her body was scrubbed clean. Then came the torture that was her hair being pulled by the roots as it was brushed, curled and pinned into place. After that she was put in a chemise and an overly tight corset was forced about her body. At least today's petticoats were sown onto one silk rope which made dressing easier then it had been yesterday. The dress, however was more garish than any other in her closet. Once her face was painted she cringed at the sight of the girl in the looking glass. before she could protest a rag soaked in perfume was dragged across her neck.
"He hates perfume." She grumbled.
"Don't be ridiculous!" The maid snapped. "No man perferres a woman's natural scent!"
"I don't like it."
"Stop grumbling! I don't care what you like!"
'You'd care if I beat you like father does.' If only Alura wasn't a coward. She could feel the puterid liquid running down between her breasts.
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The party proved to be a long tedious affair. Fenral looked board by the whole thing. He just wanted to drown his bride in the nearest river while he slammed himself between her legs. Just the thought had him hard and ready to be done with the public. As he watched her she did not interact with anyone. Anyone who approached was shortly sent on their way with a curt thank you. This seemed to upset her father who appeared from nowhere obviously drunk.
"Stop sulking! You are a princess! What did you expect? You don't get to wait for happily ever after!" He hissed in her ear not knowing that Fenral could hear every word of what he was saying.
"Queen." He growled lowly and took a swig of his wine.
"What?" Nicolai asked as he looked over at him.
"She is a queen. Not a princess. Best you remember that when you speak to her." Nicolai inhaled sharply at being challenged. Fenral didn't care. This coward had bought his life with his daughter's body and his kingdom. Now was the time to put him in his place. "Do not forget, Nicolai, you sold her to me. Our wedding means that she is a queen. You also sold me your kingdom. That makes her your queen as well. Never forget that you may hold the title of king but it holds no more meaning than a cat being called royal. In fact I have more use for the royal mousers than of you. Mind your place, Nicolia." The room was silent for the first time since they had entered. So quiet in fact that they all heard the whimper of pain that escaped Alura's throat.
"Remove your hand from her grace or I will!" Cathous snarled dangerously. "Trust me when I say you won't like the way I remove your hand!" Nicolai leapt back away from Alura as if she had suddenly struck him with lightning.
"Touch me and my men will-" Fenral stood slowly as Nicolai was distracted with the beta.
"KNEEL BEFORE YOUR QUEEN!" Fenral roared as he stepped towards Nicolai. Trenton pulled Alura to her feet and up beside him. Everyone in the room went to their knees. The order had been for Nicolai but due to his anger at the disrespect shown to his wife Fenral's aura was suffocating the room. It demanded obedience from everyone. Even Cathous was went to one knee and lowered his head.
He took her arm as best he could and lead her out of the room with quick strides. Ending the festivities was for the best. If he had to stay in that room any longer her father would be dead. He may have sold his daughter and kingdom but Fenral would not tolerate disrespect of his crown from anyone.
Regardless of weither he had bought his life or not Fenral would still have his land and would not be burdened with a wife now had he just won it all on the field of battle.
They stepped into the bridal chamber and he turned to Alura. He spun her around to face the wall and ripped through the fabric on her back. The outer dress fell away but the corset only hung over her petticoats. He saw the silk rope that held the outer layer of petticoats. He pulled one end and it came untied. Once the petticoats fell away with the corset he ripped what remained of her chemise from her body and she stood naked in front of him. She was far more beautiful than he had imagined. Her shy attempts to hide her nudity were even more tempting. But that god awful perfume.
He moved to the fire place picked up the bucket of water and doused her with the icy liquid. She gasped and stepped back. "Is that your way of seducing me? If it is you can pleasure yourself." She growled and he chuckled.
"Believe me when I say if I want to take my pleasure of you, you will not be able to stop me." As he spoke he moved closer to her. Her breathing changed and she began to back away. This excited him. He stripped off his tunic and undershirt as he stalked forward. "Nothing I want more right now than to take my pleasure." He growled lustfully. She was trembling as her arms hid her breasts and woman hood from his view. He pulled his shirt over her head. "And believe me when I say you won't want to." Her confused expression made his heart skip a beat. "I only take my pleasure from willing partners, which you are far from." With that he gestured for her to get in bed. His cock got painfully hard when her on her knees on the bed in nothing but his shirt. It was going to be a long and painful night. At least he could make it easier for himself.
He stepped back away from the bed and stripped his pants off. He heard her gasp and looked at her. 'At least when it's time for us to put a baby in her she will know what to expect of us.' His wolf snickered. With no answers for her he shifted and climbed onto the foot of the bed. Tonight he would sleep at her feet.