The Red Wedding

She sat among people she never seen before. She was the woman spoken of behind the small whispers and side-glances in the corner.

A crown of bright red flowers rested on top of her head. A white gown made out of lace hugged tightly to her body accentuating each curve that she wish she could hide. She was by no means dainty. Her hips were big and round and her full breasts gathered the attention of every man in the room.

Every man except her husband.

He spared her but one glance during the ceremony. His lips kissed her fully on the mouth, but Caroline did not know how to react. The king pulled away too suddenly and the crowd erupted in cheers before she could speak.

Her face was as red as a tomato then as it was now.

The food that was before her was far brusquer than she was used too. She tried her best not to seem rude, but her stomach would never agree with her later if she ate the entire plate.

She looked over to the king on her right. He was speaking to several men confirming that his attention was far away from hers. Not even on her wedding day could the king allow time for leisure.

He had yet to dance with her and that only gave the court another reason to speak ill about her. A future Queen who couldn't tame her King was no Queen at all.

The sound of trumpets caused Caroline to look straight. Entertainers entered the room. A small band playing instruments took center stage and suddenly Klaus' attention was pulled forward.

Jesters stood in front of the grand table and began to perform tricks. Caroline took a moment to enjoy herself. She gasped and applauded at the entertainment before her.

Caroline made the mistake of looking over at Klaus. He was staring directly at her. His gaze startled her, but Caroline's did her best to hold her composure.

"Do they entertain you Lady Caroline?" His full attention was now on her.

She rested her hands on her lap and paused before she answered him.

"I find them quite entertaining, your majesty."

"That was the first smile I've seen from you all day." He said as he took a long gulp out of his goblet. "I should make note to do that more often."

"Tis' not hard to make me smile, your grace." She smiled at him to prove her point.

He leaned in close to her causing Caroline to stiffen. She could feel his breath close to her ear. "You're going to be a Queen, Lady Caroline." She felt the goose bumps on the side of her neck. "I expect you to address me as a Queen."

He hesitated a second before he pulled away.

"Klaus." Her name hummed on her lips. His mouth turned up into a one sided smile in approval before his attention was once again diverted back to his council.

She only sat for a few minutes before a man approached the front of the grand table. "Your grace." He bowed before her.

Caroline placed her hand on her chest. The formality startled her. She was not accustomed to what she was about to become. She nodded allowing the man to speak.

"May I have the honor of escorting you in the next dance?" He asked boldly.

Caroline desperately wanted to. She wanted to say yes, but yet again she was not used to the custom.

Was she to say no? Was she to dance with the King first?

She raised her hand as if to speak, but the King's voice masked her silent one.

"The future Queen will have her first dance with me." He announced. "After that, any man may have the pleasure."

The man cowered away.

Klaus abruptly ended his conversation with his council. He stood and extended his hand to Caroline.

She took it without question.

He held her close as the entire congregation watched them in awe. His large hands wrapped around the smallest part of her torso. His gaze remained fixed on hers.

"I've neglected you." He mentioned as he spun her in his arms. "It is not my intention to make you feel that way, but I must remind you that it was done with good reason."

Caroline nodded accepting his answer. He was a King and knew that his time was precious.

"I will make it up to you, Lady Caroline." He promised.

The dance ended and Klaus lead Caroline back to the grand table. After his attentions were taken away from her the third time, Caroline decided to indulge in her reception.

She didn't see Klaus the rest of the night. Lady Caroline danced with many men. She spoke with many nobles and made conversation with several other Ladies.

Their initial reaction was stiff, but welcoming. After a couple of minutes they eventually fell into her spell.

Lady Caroline was the most loved in her country. She won the hearts of many and it wasn't just for her captivating nature. She was honest, charitable and compassionate.

Lady Caroline was everything a King like Klaus needed in a Queen. And she would try her hardest to prove that to him.

She kept her arms wrapped around her torso as she took several small steps on the cobblestone.

Small torches lined the length of the hallway. Guards stood in two around every corner, yet none of them spared her a glance.

Her long blonde curls were brushed behind her shoulders and the faint smell of lavender lingered from earlier events.

Her only lady in waiting placed her hand on her forearm. "Good luck, your grace."

Caroline didn't turn around, but simply nodded.

They reached a grand door at the end of the hallway. Caroline took a deep breath before the guard opened the door and granted Caroline entrance.

Just as easily as the door opened, it shut.

There was no going back now.

The King's chambers were far beyond what she had imagined.

The entire room was draped in royal blue and wild animal fur was placed along the floor and bed.

His back was turned.

She knew he heard her enter, but the king made no effort to acknowledge her presence.

Her grip tightened on her robe.

Klaus set the glass of ale down and walked towards the hearth. His entire mood had shifted from the reception. His look was fierce.

"You understand what must happen tonight, Lady Caroline?" He questioned her knowledge.

"I do, your grace." Her answer was quick and rehearsed.

"I told you to stop with the formalities. You will soon be a Queen."

She knew the king was a cold man. Caroline just didn't know the extent of his harshness.

She heard stories of his fearlessness, dominance and harsh nature.

Caroline must have been a fool to think he would treat his wife differently.

"Remove your robe and leave your gown on." He commanded

Caroline obeyed letting her robe fall at her feet. Her gown was two inches above her ankles. And in the light, you could see completely through it.

She waited for his next order.

"Lie down in the center of the bed." He said following behind her.

He allowed her a second to adjust before joining her on the marital bed.

She began to tremble at his close proximity. Caroline wasn't used to anyone being that close to her.

"You have no reason to be afraid." He said reassuringly. "I will not hurt you."

She shook her head, fighting back the fear of what was to come.

"I want you to understand that I will bed you until you are swollen with child. You will visit my bed four times a week. The other three days, I will be occupied."

She didn't expect her husband to completely honor their marital vowels. He was a King, after all.

"You will provide me with an heir. Once your task is fulfilled I will no longer require you in my bed."

The harshness of his words stung.

She was strong woman, but scared witless of the unknown.

He removed his own robe, leaving him completely bare. Caroline gasped for she never seen a man naked. He was a work of art.

Klaus hovered his body over hers. He placed his elbows on either side of her head to support himself.

Her body became quickly alert as his body molded perfectly with hers.

"I will not kiss you." He told her firmly.

She nodded, disappointed with his comment.

He pulled her gown up to her waist, leaving her top half covered.

"Spread your legs." He commanded.

She felt him now more that she had a few moments ago. Caroline felt her heart rate accelerate.

He placed himself at her entrance.

"This is going to hurt a little bit." He explained. "But I promise it won't hurt for long."

She felt his tip at her entrance and she tilted her hips in response.

He began to push the head of his penis inside her. Caroline felt her walls stretching and a small tear fell down her cheek.

"It hurts." She told him trying to halt his movements.

His grabbed her wrists and placed them above her head. She arched her back pressing her chest into his.

He breached her barrier as she fought against his restraint.

"Your majesty I —-" he cut her words with his lips.

He was a bastard, but was no fool. He wouldn't physically hurt a woman by intention.

His lips briefly numbed the pain as he tore through her seal. He was now completely inside of her.

The pain subsided and Caroline instinctively began to move with him.

She opened her mouth embracing his kisses.

He didn't plan on being this involved tonight.

He didn't want to be this intimate with his wife.

She let out small involuntary moans as his thrusts met hers with equal force.

He released her wrists allowing her to explore his back with her smooth, petite hands.

He tore at her gown, breaking the vow that he made to himself for a second time.

He was becoming too involved.

Klaus placed his lips on her pebbled nipple and slowly began to tease the hardened peak.

Caroline felt an unfamiliar tightening in her lower belly.

"Klaus." She used his given name for the first time.

He lifted his head and met her lips once more increasing the speed of his movements.

Caroline's orgasm ripped through her entire core.

Never before had she felt such euphoria. Her body clenched tightly around his and his release followed seconds after hers.

He slowly pulled out of her making sure that he didn't harm her.

She continued to lay there still in awe of what happened.

Caroline never knew such pleasure existed.

Klaus rolled to the side of the bed and sat on the edge.

He wasn't supposed to feel like this.

"You may stay here tonight." He said. "But tomorrow night and every night following, you will return to the adjoining bedroom."

Still shocked, Caroline began to contemplate how she was going to stay in his bed.

And be the only one to occupy it.

After all, she was going to be a Queen.

The blood stained sheets were proof of her consummation.

The servants grinned as they took the evidence out of the Kings chamber.

Caroline awoke to an empty bed. She was in an unfamiliar place with nowhere to go.

She pulled the small blanket she had up to her chin. Certainly someone would come and retrieve her soon.

Caroline was escorted to her own room minutes later. She crossed through the adjoining door and gasped at the scene before her.

The room was similar to the King's, but draped in dark red hues. A tall mirror was placing near an elegant vanity along with several cushions for leisure. Tall pillars lined the outside of her large bed. It stood at least three feet off of the ground with large throw pillows on top.

She walked up to a trunk and unlocked the clasp. Inside, she found several headdresses and accessories for her hair.

It was made for a Queen.

Her lady in waiting delivered a plate of fruit and began to dress for the day. Caroline trembled in anticipation to see the King again. From what she heard, the King was wrapped up with his council today.

She hardly knew if she would cross paths with him, but still thought of the possibility.

In the main hall the king sat upon his throne after hours of strenuous meetings.

Many people gathered for the celebration of his new wife and successful consummation.

She entered at the sound of trumpets.

Everyone's motion still as the elegant flower descended down the center aisle.

Her eyes were only made for his.

His look remained impassive and cold as she walked towards him.

How could she succumb to the formalities of court when she was so intimate with the king the night before?

Her face turned crimson as she made eye contact with the king.

He nodded briefly and stood to greet his future Queen.

She curtsied as she took his hand.

That evening Caroline stood alone in her chamber.

It was late and no one had called her to the King's bed.

Was she supposed to go on her own? Was he waiting for her like she was for him?

She placed her hand on the adjoining door and contemplated her next move.

Opening the door she felt the butterfly's low in her stomach.

Looking up Caroline expected to see the King. Instead she was greeted by another woman.

An indecent woman was lying on the black fur in front of the hearth.

Stunned, Caroline spoke out.

"Who are you?" Her distaste was clear in her tone.

The woman rolled on her stomach and glanced at Caroline.

"Ah, my Lady Caroline." She smiled coyly. "I wasn't supposed to meet you like this."

Caroline crossed her arms and walked further into the room. More or less she was claiming her territory.

"I would have hoped not to have met you at all." Caroline said firmly.

"Now leave his majesty's bed chamber."

"That is not your call, your grace." She stood up fully nude. Her long lanky body caused Caroline's insides to curl.

A door shut behind Caroline.

The mysterious woman stood firmly in place.

Caroline spun around and made eye contact with the king.

His face looked conflicted as he approached the two women.

"You're dismissed, Tanya."

"Your majesty." She curtsied and made her leave.

"You should not have seen that." He said pulling the strap on his sword belt.

Caroline remained silent carefully thinking out her next words.

"I should have been more clear on the days you were to be in my chambers." He frowned. "I promise to send someone for you next time."

Upset with him, Caroline decided to take her leave.

His statement was the hint she needed.

"Your grace." She curtsied.

With her back to the king, her hand reached for her bedroom door.

She felt firm hands wrap around her waist.

His lips were at her ear. "Don't turn your back on me."

His words sent chills up her spine.

She tensed dropping her hand from the door.

"My Queen." He murmured placing a kiss behind her ear.

He trailed several more butterfly kisses down her neck and onto her collarbone.

His hands moved up her torso firmly placing his hands on each breast.

"Your majesty…" She started to protest, but Klaus cleared all of her thoughts as he tore the middle of her dress.

Her initial reaction was to cover herself, but the king was swift.

She was helpless in his arms as her chest made contact with his.

Caroline wasn't sure when he removed his clothes, but her mind was elsewhere.

He picked her up and carried her to the center of the bed. The king carefully removed the remainder of her garments.

"My dress.." She started to mumble.

"Silence, my Queen." He covered her lips with his own causing Caroline to moan.

He kissed her ankle and down the length of her leg until he reached her center.

He placed a kiss on her womanhood before trailing lingering kisses up her soft curves.

Finding the valley of her breasts, he tweaked each nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

She was withering beneath him and he knew that she was ready.

He placed himself at her entrance and swiftly filled her core.

Her face flushed pink and a bead of sweat fell down her angelic face.

She moved in sync with him matching each thrust with equal force.

He grabbed her hips controlling the movements and before he knew it, Caroline was like a wanton beneath him.

Still connected, he flipped them over so that she was on top.

Caroline eyed him questioningly.

She has no idea what to do.

"Roll your hips." He instructed. She obediently followed his instruction.

He placed his hands on her hips one more to guide her movement.

Caroline's hands were placed firmly on the kings chest supporting each movement.

She felt her orgasm build faster than it had the night before.

It hit her like an explosion.

"Klaus…" She used his given name for the second time in ecstasy.

His release followed seconds after hers. He flipped her over filling her with his seed.

He kept his movements steady as they both came down from their high.

Minutes later Caroline fought with her mind and body.

He told her the day before that she had to leave after each night, but her body wanted her to stay.

She sided with her mind.

She picked herself out of the kings bed and gathered the remainder of her dress.

As she was about to leave for the second time that night, Klaus stopped her once more.

"Lady Caroline." He called from the depths of his bed.

"Klaus." She acknowledged him informally.

"Stay with me." He commanded.

A Queen didn't have to be told twice.

AN: I've posted about half of this story on tumblr… so I tried to tie all of it together to get to the point.

The relationship between Caroline and Klaus will take work. He is not accustomed to love or answering to anyone other than himself.

So his activities with other women aren't just going to poof away. Caroline will be hurt. She will feel alone.

But do not worry… Klaus will turn around!

This isn't my usual genre, but I do enjoy reading it… It's something I'm trying to work on