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‘I love you, Matilda,’ she opened

her eyes at the sound of someone whispering in her ear.

In the moonlight, a man was looking

down at her with deep heated eyes. Leandroth Levante Barenshiaga, her arranged fiance, and the young emperor of the Barenshiaga Empire.

‘Eh?’ she replied sleepily, she was still dozy. Her eyes widened in surprise, as

he moved closer to her, the glow of moonlight around him,

‘I love you,’ he said as he dropped

a soft kiss on her lips, and then he disappeared.

A dream? She wondered if it was a

dream. It must be a dream

Because the wedding was in two

months time!

⚔

It took ten days to travel from her

country to Barenshiaga.

When she arrived at the palace, it was late at night, so the audience with the emperor should have ended with a short

greeting.

He had an elegant countenance, she thought,

as he smiled at her with his eyes narrowed. He was in her assigned bedroom.

‘Feel at ease and rest,’ he said to

her.

He was taking the trouble to see to her comfort.

The situation suddenly seemed a bit familiar, she thought to herself.

Suddenly, she was being kissed.

Eh?

She stiffened and blinked in surprise. It hurt. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she tried to turn her head and open

her mouth to get some air in but her mouth was invaded by his tongue. Tears welled up in her eyes as

little shivers ran through her body.

She was suddenly flat on her back on the bed,

and her body was stroked over her night clothes.

The kisses deepened and their

panting filled the room

I cannot breathe, she thought. Whilst she was

struggling with lack of air, he broke away; she looked at his heated gaze with

confusion. He touched her breasts and announced in rough heated tones,

‘I like these,’ as he fondled them,

pleasurable shivers ran down her body, gently increasing in intensity. She’d

always disliked her breasts; they were like two large apples stuck to her

chest. The sensations intensified as he kneaded her breasts, rubbed his palms

against her nipples, and kissed her. Although, she was reluctant, she had no

mastery over her body and she felt her skin getting hotter.

He pinched her nipples and her body trembled.

‘Matilda,’ he whispered. Through the haze of confused desire, a question arose

in her head: Is it really the emperor? Is this man truly the Barenshaiaga emperor?

This could not be real. It could not be him.

‘Call me Leann (Zuben: I am

assuming pronounced like Leanne), Mattie,’

he said smiling gently.

Was this person really the Emperor?

But she couldn’t ask; her mouth was sealed by his kissing onslaught. Her head was getting light and she was

overcome with a floaty feeling.

Was this a dream? She wondered. Hot hands gripped her legs and gently parted

them. Leandroth slid down her body so his head was now between her legs. Her

night clothes were hiked up and underwear removed before she could even mount a

protest. She tried to cover her shameful place but she was stopped, he could

feel his hot breath against her just before she was sucked on gently. She felt

his tongue lick her along her opening.

‘Ah…please, stop!’ She cried, but he did not listen.

Her petals were slightly swollen and coated

with nectar. His tongue moved around parting her, entering her. She felt dizzy

with the pleasure. In all her twenty-six years of life, this was her first time

experiencing this kind of thing.

The only intimacy she’s ever shared were kisses with her parents and brothers.

‘Ahn~!’ she cried, as strange

deeply pleasurable sensations ran up and down her spine, electrifying her skin.

His caress continued – he lapped up her

love juices like it was sweet honey while stroking her inner thigh.

The sound of his licking was audible in the room. The sensations causing her to

twist and turn, the feeling intense. Matilda

covered her mouth with her hands to stop herself from crying out. Her

arms squeezing her swollen breasts with her nipples erect. She was mortified at

her reactions, but she was too weak to resist.

As his hot tongue plunged deep into her, more nectar overflowed; she could feel it

leak out of her.

She did not like the feeling, but she could not resist crying out,

‘Fuuu~Ahn!’

Why? Isn’t this kind of thing only to be done after marriage? Why start as soon

as she arrived? She could not figure it out. She felt like crying. She had no

intention for such a relationship.

Something was inserted slowly into her tight wet cavern. Matilda shut her eyes tightly at the

new invasion. It is pulled out and pushed back in slowly. It hurt.

Maybe it's a finger.

This is the first time she’d ever been touched down there; she’d never done it

before outside of washing. Why was this happening?

It was suddenly painful; she took a deep breath and cried out,

‘No! Stop it!’

But he ignored her protests. He leaned over and whispered

in her ear, his hot breath arousing her despite the discomfort,

‘I like it. It feels to so good.’

‘Stop it!’ She cried. But he did

not stop.

She squirmed and cried, tossed her head left to right as the discomfort in her

lower abdomen grew.

Am I to lose my virginity like this? I don’t want to.

Someone help!

⚔

She shot up in her bed.

There was a slight discomfort in her lower abdomen, but it was not terribly

painful like last night.

She looked down at herself and realised she was still wearing her travel clothes

from last night.

‘Huh?’ She had not been disturbed. She hitched up her skirt, but could not find

any strange strains; blood or otherwise.

‘A dream?’

No way. Not true. It had all seemed so real! But the Emperor of the great Barenshiaga

could not behave in such a manner.

--- I love you.

--- I love you.

‘~Hng!’ she groaned, her face turning red.

It was a dream. Definitely.

Was she losing her mind?

Was she hoping the Emperor would have special feelings for her, despite only

meeting him a few times in large social gatherings? Was that why she was having

such vivid dreams?

This was so embarrassing. Her red face suddenly turned paled as a new thought

entered her head: Was she a nymphomaniac?! The thought terrified her.

She began to wonder if a sexually wanton nature was sleeping inside her. She

hugged herself, feeling distraught, at a loss for what to do.

Matilda acknowledged the greetings of the palace staff as she walked escorted

through the palace corridors, keeping her upturned emotions under a passive

pale face.

She was led to a luxurious room where the emperor awaited her.

The

refreshing morning sunshine cast a glow into the room causing everything

to sparkle. In the brightly shining room sat the Emperor of Barenshiaga, the sunlight surrounding his body and lighting

his stunningly handsome face. He rose as she entered.

She

greeted him with a polite good morning and a deep curtsy. He replied and bowed

to her. After they were seated, he said to her,

‘You can rest and get used to the new environment before our wedding. I’m sure

you have been very busy with preparations. After our wedding, you will be quite

busy with your royal duties. So please take this time to try and relax.’ He

said with a polite smile, Matilda had a tight sensation in her chest; guilt.

‘This room is where I usually take a break and have my meals; my office is

through the door over there. There is also a reception room.’

Leandroth sat on the sofa across from her, his posture seemed relaxed.

‘I asked the staff to brew Chrys bud tea. I was told you liked it.’ He said

with a kindly smile. (ED: ‘chys’ is fake ‘cos google sensei called it ‘flower

bud tea’. I thought it was generic and boring.)

A steward came forward with a tea trolley laden with sweets and a large

beautifully ornamented pot of tea. Chrys

bud tea was one of Matilda's favourite teas; she liked it with just a

little honey.

Matilda served the tea, carefully pouring the fragrant liquid into the china

cups; she added a little drop of honey to both cups and stirred. The room was

filled with a lovely aroma. She unconsciously took a deep breath and smiled.

She looked up to notice Leandroth smiling as well, and she felt awkward.

‘Delicious,’ he said taking a sip.

She smiled in agreement,

‘I had it ordered from your

country, as well as the honey.’

‘Oh, how kind. Thank you.’ She said

sweetly as she could muster, mollified.

Her home country, the Icecoreta was

sometimes regarded as the “kitchen or farm” of the Barenshiaga Empire. The main import to Barenshiaga from Icecoreta

was food. In reality, Barenshiaga

produces good quality tea and honey, probably better than Icecoreta. The

southern region produced various kinds of things. Why bother with the expense?

‘I don’t want to feel like you’re missing anything from home, so please if you

have any requests; tell the staff, I have informed them to fulfil your every

requirement.’

Her eyes widened in surprise by the gesture.

‘Thank you. I am very grateful for your thoughtful consideration.’ She said,

carefully speaking. She looked directly at her opponent, fighting the urge to avoid his brilliant visage. This twenty-seven year old emperor was so regal and

calm in his shiny aura. His hair was a little long touching his shoulders, but

it was neatly styled and combed. His clothes were of high quality of course,

well made, not decorated heavily decorated and looked practical. He was tall, with

broad shoulders, a trim waist and long legs. Sitting on the settee, he looked

like a fantastic painting, one that would only be improved with some young and

beautiful woman by his side as his wife, not someone like her. Though it was

odd, and they did not suit, but it could not be helped.

Her home country, Icecoretta sat

between the Ishindrun Mountains that protect its northern border and

Barenshiaga. Most of her country’s borders were with Barenshiaga. Although

forestry was the main economy of Icecoreta, under the patronage of the great

country Barenshiaga, they were also strong in agriculture. It was a small country that held an

army, but could not maintain peace without the cooperation of Barenshiaga.

Icecoreta’s land area was less than one fifth of Barenshiaga. This political

marriage only really benefited Icecoretta. Barenshiaga gained nothing from

this union with the Icecoreta royal family, so it was puzzling to her why

Emperor Leandroth was going along with the union. Matilda returned the tea cup

to its saucer without making a sound, a product of her training.

She suddenly could not bear it. But

she pulled herself back from depressive thoughts.

She would be a good princess, and

wife. Fill the palace with as much beauty and joy as possible and she will be

satisfied with that. If the Emperor wished to take a mistress or have a whole

harem, she could not and would not complain. Not like she could anyway, the difference

in the national strength of Barenshiaga and Icecoreta was too great.

She would try like him, but she would not

allow herself to love him. She could not endanger her heart.

But with last night’s dream…the wanton woman hiding inside her…

‘Thank you for taking your time to

see me comfortable even though you are busy.’ She said as she rose from her

seat.

Yes, it was a dream. Matilda concluded as she walked calmly to the door. This

room filled with sunlight…This is a dream.

She did not want to or even consider the idea she was a wanton woman who had dreams like

that.

She did want to hope for love in this marriage.

That dream was far beyond

reality. She wanted to cry.

She stopped at the door and turned. She smiled and buried her heart. Would it

be better to run away? Surely that would make things easier for His Majesty.

And he would not discover this ugly, disgusting woman within her.

Leandroth smiled kindly and waved. She returned the smile, and curtsied. The door was opened and she left the room.

A few words from Zuben:

A lot of sentences I felt were kind of redundant were

deleted. There a few ‘tonal’ changes here and there. I hope it reads well.

I hope we like

Matilda, and wonder of wonders, they aren’t teenagers so whatever they get up

to we don’t have to try to feel icky.