Wedding Night
"Who said that?! Ragaleon asked again, then straightened up, leaning away from Micah's face.
The hall was silent for a brief moment…
"Does anyone in this hall challenge the background of my wife? Ragaleon asked, hands crossed behind his back as his eagle gaze swept across the hall.
Micah blinked her eyes, trying to hold her tears as she gazed at Ragaleon, who was defending her, but she still hated him.
"My Lord, your wife is not of noble birth." A man in the crowd was bold enough to speak up.
"Sir Gredon, your mother was also not of noble birth, but here you stand today amongst many as a noble man." Ragaleon said, and the man shrank where he stood.
"Your majesty… someone else wanted to talk.
"Anyone else that wants to speak will do it at the risk of having their tongue removed." Ragaleon said, and the lady that wanted to speak up closed her mouth. Nobody dared utter a word; Micah marveled at how power can put people in their place.
"If there is anyone that has anything to say, speak up now." The priest said it, but nobody uttered a word.
"You may proceed, your majesty." The priest said, and Ragaleon turned to look at Micah. Her rosy lips pouted in amusement, her hazel brown eyes dilating in anxiousness.
Ragaleon leaned down and captured her lips; the kiss was brief, and immediately they disengaged. The crowd broke into thunderous applause.
"Long live the king! They all hailed.
Micah turned to look at the crowd, her subjects; she used to be one of them. But some how she had managed to become royalty.
Ramah had a sly smirk on her lip as she shifted her gaze to Berth. The latter refused to return the glare, knowing very well the satisfaction it would give Ramah.
Ragaleon stretched out his hands; Micah gazed at them before placing her hands on his. Together they walked out of the hall through the pathway the guards had created.
They stepped into a waiting carriage outside the town hall, decorated with lily flowers and roses. They sat side by side as the carriage began to move.
As the carriage trotted down the path to the palace, the subjects hailed and threw flowers on the royal carriage.
"Hail the king! Hail King Ragaleon! They said throwing the flowers, some of them desperately tried to touch the carriage.
Micah gazed at them, fondling her fingers anxiously. Her eyes inadvertently darted to Ragaleon, and their gaze locked, but she quickly looked away.
They didn't utter a word to each other until the royal carriage arrived at the castle, where the wedding reception party was thrown.
There was merry, and harps and instrumental sounds filled the atmosphere. Kings and queens from different kingdoms helped themselves to a cup of wine and feasted.
Ragaleon and Micah were seated at a high table. Kings, princes, queens, and princesses came up to them to present their gifts.
Micah only watched as they placed their expensive gifts on the table in front of her, the gifts endlessly flowing. She could only feign a smile whenever a gift was present and thank whoever brought a gift.
Just then Jazell and the other queens made their way to them. They bowed in courtesy and presented their gifts to Ragaleon and Micah. Ragaleon was greatly pleased by his wife's effort, but his countenance changed when he saw Berth approaching the table.
There was a small box in her hand; she slowly bowed to Ragaleon and Micah. As she did so, a memory flashed through her head.
"One day you will bow before my feet, sister." She had remembered telling Micah that when they were on their way to the farm. Never in her life did she stop to think that the contrary would be the case.
She was the one now bowing to Micah's feet.
Berth placed the small gift box on the table.
"A small gift for the bride; I hope she cherishes it." She said then smiled, her eyes locked with that of Micah's for a while, before turning around and taking her leave.
Ramah was next; she came up escorted by her parents. Then bowed before presenting her gifts.
"I am afraid we have overstayed our welcome, your Majesty. I and my family have to return to Bethalone to attend to certain matters." She said curtly after presenting her gifts, indirectly telling Ragaleon she and her family are leaving.
"You endured with me and didn't refute even when I called off the alliance, Ramah; for that you have earned my respect. I will see to it that my debt is paid." He said, and Ramah smiled before shifting her gaze to Micah.
"May the gods grant you a safe journey, Ramah." Micah's sonorous voice cooed.
"You will make a fine queen." Ramah said that, then finally turned around and left with her parents.
There was dancing and merriment, and the party ended on a good note. The royal family returned to their chamber, and as the sun began to set, dinner was prepared, and everyone again sat at the table to have a small family feast.
Micah could hardly eat a thing; the thought of lying with this man sent shivers down her spine. For the first time in many months, Ragaleon gave the permission that talking was allowed at the table, as it was a feast.
There were clustered chatters; Berth was also at the table. She gazed at her sister, who was casting glances at Ragaleon. She felt pain and rolled her fist, which was on her lap under the table, so nobody took notice.
Prince Vinson was also seated at the table, next to Helena. The latter are whispering to themselves and smiling sheepishly. Leah's gaze was fixed on them, but she swallowed her jealousy and then shifted her gaze to her mother, who gave her a knowing smile.
Selena saw the message they were passing to themselves with eye contact but couldn't read the meaning. She shifted her gaze to her daughter and Vinson, then smiled before concentrating on her meal.
Cling!
Cling!
Racheal smacked her spoon against her golden cup to get everyone's attention as she rose to her feet, pushing the chair behind her backwards.
"I would like to make a toast." She said, and the hall fell silent; she turned her gaze to Micah.
"A toast to our new queen, Micah. A happy married life and a long reign in Decreash." She said, and everyone murmured approvingly.
"You honor me, your grace." Micah said, feigning a smile.
"The honor is mine." Racheal said slowly, taking her seat. She shifted her gaze to Ragaleon and saw that he looked pleased.
She shifted her gaze to her side to help her son Amilek with some porridge when her gaze flashed at Jazell, who was glaring at her intensely.
Jazell seemed to have known that Racheal had just curried favor from the king.
Supper ended on a good note, the royal family high in spirit…not everyone. People like Leah felt bitter, and when she got to her room, she broke a lot of things.
Micah was led to her chamber; she was bathed in a milk melange with roses. Her thick black hair was washed and combed dry.
Her skin was oiled with lavender, and her hair was let down in the most angelic way. The maids were preparing her for the king; they would be consummating their marriage.
Micah's bed was sprinkled with roses; the white curtains tied at the four corners of the bed were loose to give them privacy to make love. The red curtains on the windows of the chamber swayed, and so did the white curtains concealing Micah, who was seated on the bed awaiting Ragaleon's arrival.
She sat there for a while, fondling her hands; the white gown she wore was sleeveless.
Racheal tucked Amilek into sleep in his chamber before stepping out and making her way to her chamber. The hallway was lit up with oil lamps and fire torches. The hallway had different statues, made to the taste of Ragaleon.
She got to her chamber and was greeted by her personal maid; she unpinned her brown hair quickly, and it cascaded on her fair face.
"His majesty is in your chamber, my queen." Rosa quickly said when she saw her mistress getting undressed.
Racheal's emerald eyes gazed at Rosa in amusement. She darted her eyes around the room; only then did she see a shadow cast on the wall by a tall figure standing in front of a candle lit up in the room.
Rosa walked out of the chamber and closed the door behind her.
"Your majesty." Racheal said, walking up to Ragaleon, she couldn't fix her hair up, so she didn't bother.
I am sorry to have kept you waiting…" Racheal's pupils dilated. As she got to where Ragaleon stood, leaning on a window opposite the bed in the chamber.
"When I picked you as my wife and saw all the character you possessed, I said to myself, 'This woman would make a fine mother to my heir.'" Ragaleon then slowly shifted his gaze to Racheal, at the same time leaning away from the window.
Racheal looked puzzled, but immediately Ragaleon walked up to her and encircled his hands around her waist, his breath etched on the sensitive part of her neck; she shut her eyes closed.
"Your…your majesty! Racheal tried to control her shaky voice as Ragaleon began to untie her dress with his other hand.
The gown fell on the floor in a moment, revealing a white inner. Ragaleon slowly raised the inner part of the gown up and beheld Racheal's beautiful body.
His hand went under her thighs, and Rachel shut her eyes as a small moan escaped her lips.
"Your majesty…" Racheal swallowed.
"It's…it is your wedding night, Micah….ugh! She moaned as Ragaleon parted her legs.
"I want you." Ragaleon then swiftly picked her up in his hands and carried her to the bed
Her green eyes yearned for untold pleasure as Ragaleon slowly took off the black robe he was wearing.
The room was dimly lit up with a few candles.
He climbed on top of her, then captured her lips; Racheal entwined her hand on his neck. As their lips locked.
He slowly parted her legs, and his hands went under her thighs, his lean fingers arousing her body.
"Oh! Uhg! Racheal pushed her body down, and his hands hit her wet spot, and he squeezed it.
Racheal clenched the sheets, her eyes rolling in pleasure.
"Tell me." Ragaleon's deep voice cooed.
"Did your husband do things to you? He asked to play with her cunt, and Racheal moaned.
*No…no! Oh! She squealed, pushing herself down to allow him to dig deeper.
He slowly removed his hands, then made her turn around.
He brought his penis to her spot, and she shut her eyes and moaned.
"Put it in me! She cried.
"Did your husband make you moan like this? Ragaleon asked, and Racheal's voice quivered, No.
"Ugh! Oh! Ahh! Her voice shrilled.
"No, nobody does it like you do." She said, and he finally pushed himself inside her and began to rock her from behind, both his hands pressing her supple breasts.
"Agh! Oh! Oh! Ugh! Rachael clenched the sheets; she felt herself about to explode.
Micah had been seated on the bed for hours now, her body trembling and her eyes stinging with tears. He wasn't going to come; why did she keep her hopes high?
Her rosy lips quivered as she slowly lay on her back on the bed embellished with red roses. This was supposed to be her wedding night, but she was also deprived of her right.
She sniffed as she cried in the dimly lit room, her brown eye filled with tears.
She took hold of a pillow and placed it on her face before opening her mouth to scream into the pillow.
"How could you do this?!!