Chapter 2: The Wedding Night

Sophie and her husband entered the Dining Hall, and he turned to kiss her on the forehead before walking over to a few of the high council members. She spotted her brother, who held a huge grin on his face. She blushed and glared both at the same time as she walked over towards where he was standing. He was the first to speak, "Couldn't wait a few hours, Sister?" Sophie had her back turned to the rest of the room as she bent down to grab a bunch of grapes off the table that held all the food. She looked up at him, glared, and smacked him on his arm. He snickered as she turned around, looking at everyone in the room. They were all dancing and laughing and having the time of their lives. It did her heart good to see people happier than she had ever seen them in her existence as Alistair's right hand and commander of his armies.

Most of the court couldn't believe Alistair had picked a woman to lead his armies. But, after she had saved the whole kingdom from the Archdemon and lived to tell about it, she noticed she was more respected and definitely fawned over more. It had made her uncomfortable. Back in Highever, she was respected but people didn't fawn over her and bow to her. She sighed, watching Alistair across the room. He kept glancing at her with one of his goofy little grins that made her heart skip a beat. It was as thought the pair had a secret that the whole room knew about. Her brother spoke again, titling his head to the side as he asked his question, "Sophie, I was wondering – Do you and Alistair have any honeymoon plans?"

She looked up at her brother with a questioning glance. She had not expected her brother to ask such a question. What was he planning? As far as she knew, they would remain in the castle. There was still quite a bit of work to do to rebuild Ferelden to it's former glory. "I don't believe we have plans, Fergus. Unless Alistair has something planned that he has not told me about. I was under the impression we would be staying in Denerim. Why do you ask?" She watched a few of the children of some of the courtiers dancing and laughing, and she felt a pulling at her heart. She would never be a mother. The Darkspawn taint prevented her from carrying a child. No one but the members of the Grey Wardens knew of this secret.

In a few months of their constant love making, the court will begin to wonder if she is incapable, and they might suggest Alistair should sleep with a woman of the court. She knew he would never do it. He had seen how much she had been hurt with Morrigan, even if she knew it had to be done. After all, she is the one that convinced him to do it. They hadn't talked about it since the day Alistair was formally named the King. And she had a feeling they never would. They had both blocked it from their minds, and Sophia had been thankful that no one had come to question her about it.

"I wanted to suggest that you could come back to Highever with me. You and Alistair would be given privacy and he could see where you grew up, and the people that live there. It might do you both some good to get away from this place."

His suggestion had appeal. She wouldn't mind spending a week or two at Highever. She had not been to the castle since her parent's brutal deaths. She knew it would be hard for her, but she needed to return at some point. She could not avoid her childhood home forever. She smiled at her brother, nodding as she agreed that it was a wonderful idea. "I think I can convince him. I – I should return to see Highever. It might do me some good." Her brother grinned as he told his sister he would take his leave to his room. She nodded, hugging him before he left the room. Moments later, her husband had joined her.

"Enjoying yourself, Pet?" He whispered into her ear and she nodded, letting her eyes roam around the room. In all honesty, she wasn't enjoying herself. She was anticipating the moment that she could sink away to her bedroom. Parties had never really been her thing. Even back when her father had held them in Highever Castle. But, of course her expressions had not fooled her husband. He knew when she was sad. He had always been that way. "Is something wrong?" She let out a frustrated sigh, before looking up at him. He was worried, and she didn't really know what to tell him. She was happy that they were finally married, but something was bothering her inside. What would happen when the members of the Court found she could not conceive? Would they punish her by urging Alistair to find a noble woman to carry his child? Would she have to spend her nights alone while he was off sleeping with someone else. She forced a small smile upon her face, as she shook her head in the negative. "No, my love. I am fine. I think I am just exhausted. I think I will retire and make sure all my clothing was moved to – our bedroom." He grinned and nodded, whispering into her ear that he would join her shortly. Her body pulsed with his breath in her ear. It was intoxicating as it reminded her of all the dirty things he had whispered into her ear during their passions.

She couldn't help but bring forth a sly grin across her lips, as she kissed her husband. It was only a tease of what he would certainty find waiting for him when he returned to his bedroom. She pulled away, her right hand brushing slightly down his back. "Woman, why must you torture me?" He spoke harshly to her, and she giggled before turning towards the door. She could feel his eyes on her, and she reveled in the power that she held over her husband. She took one last glance to him, letting him know she had every intention of finishing what she had just started. She winked at him, and with that she made her exit knowing that he would be not far behind her.


She arrived shortly afterwords in the master bedroom, letting her eyes wonder around the huge room. It was a least three times bigger than the normal bedroom, as it held a sitting room and bathroom in it as well. The bed itself was one of the biggest she had seen, and the biggest she had ever slept in. This was not her first time in this room, but it was her first time that it belonged to her. She moved to the closet, seeing that the servants had already moved all of her things. She closed the doors, taking a small deep breath. Tonight would be special for the both of them as long as she could help it. She had a fiendish plan in mind to lure her husband into agreeing that they should go away from their honeymoon.

A young woman came out of the bathroom, smiling at Sophie and bowing before her. "My lady, I drew you a bath. King Alistair requested to make you as comfortable as possible." Sophie could only grin as she heard the servants words. What he meant by this was that he wanted her to relax before he dragged her to the bed and had his way with her. The servant asked if she would like some help undoing the corset-like back of her dress and she nodded. Moments later, Sophie was nude and standing by the bathtub. The water was still warm, but it would not be that way for long. She thanked the young servant and dismissed her, requesting a little privacy.

She slipped slowly into the tub, closing her eyes as she got comfortable in the silver basin of the tub. For the first time since before her wedding, she was able to think and relax. She would have to learn to enjoy the time she had alone because it would not last forever. She opened her eyes as she heard a door closing. A few moments later, the dirty blonde hair of Alistair came into view and she smiled. "I didn't think it would take you long to find your way back here, Love."

His eyes showed his desire, and she wasn't surprised when he stepped closer to the tub, crouching down beside her. "You enjoy torturing me, don't you?" She laughed , trying her best to look as innocent as possible as her fingers ran over stomach with a washcloth. "I don't know what you mean by that, dear Alistair." He stood up, dropping the robes to the floor. Sophie watched her love as he undressed, gazing at the beauty the Maker had blessed upon her. Alistair was a well built man, and his body did not lack in any area. In her eyes, he was perfect. The small scars from the injuries of their battle against the Darkspawn did not distract from the beauty of his form.

She watched as he joined her into the tub, pulling her over into his lap. She had known this tub was built for two by the size. And now she was seeing why he had wanted the water drawn. "Are you trying to seduce me, My King?" She asked, as he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her in place close to him. "Seduce? Maybe. Teach you a lesson? Definitely." His eyes showed for the first time that he intended to punish her for teasing him. He would not lay a hand on her. No, his torture would be so enjoyable that she would be screaming his name, and begging for him to stop.

His lips moved to her neck, biting down on the nape of it. She let out a pleasurable moan, and closed her eyes, as he continued suckling on the piece of flesh. He intended to leave his mark on her, and she would let him. She liked feeling as though he possessed her. It made everything more enjoyable. As she felt him beginning to break through her skin, he pulled his teeth away, leaving gentle kisses upon the broken flesh. She tried to move, but he held her in place, as their lips met.

A few moments later he had pulled away, before standing up, and pulling her up with him. She tried to fight the hold, but he would not release her and she eventually relaxed as he stepped out of the tub, and started moving towards the bedroom. They both dripped a trail of water towards the bed. He practically threw her onto the bed, and she watched the passion and fire in his eyes. A normal woman may have been scared by her husband's rough actions but she welcomed it.

He pushed her back onto the bed, holding her arms again. She fought him, before he had finally restrained her. He grinned, before releasing one arm to place it in his other hand. She didn't have any idea what he was planning, but she was beginning to grow curious of it. He reached under the pillow and pulled out a small rope, and Sophie finally understood. He was going to restrain her, and then have his way with her where she couldn't encourage his actions by forcing his head into her womanhood, or anything else that she was accustomed to doing.

It took only a moment for him to tie the knot in the rope, throwing her arms over her head. "If you hit me, I will bite you, Sophie." She let her eyes gaze upon him, a sly smirk forming on her face. "And who says I don't want you to bite me?" Her cockiness had come out once again, and he shook his head, knowing that she would not hurt him. He could see that she was enjoying this as much as he was. The first step in his torture belonged to the lovely breasts of hers. He leaned down, taking her right nipple into his mouth and suckling upon it. She moaned, as he worked on each breast, kissing and biting at them. She had never thought that being restrained would heighten her pleasure, but it was breathtaking.

His next torture involved his tongue in the most sensitive area of her body, the soft folds of her womanhood and his tongue lashing upon it. He kissed a trail from her breasts down to her most treasured area of her body, forcing her legs open. It didn't take much force, however, as she opened them willingly for him. It only took moments for his tongue to enter her, tantalizing the place her desire echoed from. She let out a moan, enjoying the feel of his tongue tickling against the mounds and folds of her skin. He forced deeper and deeper into her, until her found the spot to make her passion sore. He licked lightly at it, increasing her passion almost to its height, before pulling himself out, looking up at her.

"Do you want more, my pet?" She nodded, whimpering from the pleasure he had already caused her, but leaving her feeling unfinished. He crawled back up to her, their eyes meeting with seriousness filling his eyes. "Then beg me." He was enjoying this, and now she could see that he really had meant to teach her a lesson. She glared slightly before speaking, feeling her body quivering with excitement. Still she did not put much passion into her plea. "Please, love, Please." "Do you really need it?" He questioned her, as her eyes begged with him to show her mercy. Her body bucked from the feel of his manhood pushing at the entrance of her womanhood. It was driving her mad to want and not being able to have. But he was not relenting, and she knew that if she truly wanted him, she would have to beg for him. "Yes, I do! Please! Dammit, Alistair, I'm begging you." He laughed, nodding to her as he whispered softly into her right ear. "As you wish, my dear."

Moments later, he pushed himself deep inside her sheath. She let out a relieved sigh, as his speed grew quicker. Her hips joined in the movement as she let out her screams of passion, wrapping her legs around his waist in an attempt to plunge him deeper into her. He moaned as he grew closer to bursting. Moments later, his passion had exploded deep into her, and their coupling had ended with her orgasm flooding her body moments after his. He laughed, while resting his head on chest, in between the twin mountains of her breasts. When she regained her breath, she glared down at him speaking harshly to him, " You – are – cruel." He laughed, shaking his head as he leaned up and kissed her, hiding a childish grin of victory. "You know you enjoyed it, woman."

He rolled off of her and took her hands in his, unwrapping the rope from her wrists. It had left little burn marks on her wrists, and he kissed each mark in an apology. She smiled at him, thankful she had such an a passionate and fierce husband who was capable of being sweet and gentle one. "I did not hurt you, did I?" She shook her head, placing a small hand on his cheek. "You were right, love. I enjoyed it. I think the only thing that is bruised is my ego." He nodded, before laying back against the pillows, pulling her close to him as she laid her head upon his chest. Both their bodies were still heaving from their passions, but they were calming themselves.

"I love you." She spoke, watching him look down at her. His eyes spoke volumes of who he felt for her, but his lips spoke it as he captured hers in a passionate kiss. "I love you, my dear. I just hope you are not sore with me." She shook her head, as she sat up slightly, playing with a few strands of his hair. "I would rather have a man who fights for what he wants than one who is soft and gentle, Alistair." He smirked at her, pushing her over and placing his body on top of her. She giggled as he placed a kiss upon her neck, leading down to her collarbone. When he was done, he smirked at her before speaking. "Can I not be both, my dear?" She nodded, placing a hand on his face once more, stroking it. "My love, you already are."

He kissed the hand, before rolling off of his bride. Pulling her close as he laid on his side facing her, he could feel the swelling tips of her breasts. Snickering at her, he taunted her in a harsh whisper "Are you cold, my pet?" She nodded, cuddling closer into his chest. That was not the only reason the tiny pink buds were standing at attention, but it was one of them.

She looked up at him, realizing that now was probably the best time to ask him about going to Highever. She didn't really know how he would take it, but there would be no better time than the present to suggest it.

"Alistair, what do you want to do for – a honeymoon?"

"A honeymoon? Do you want one, pet?"

"I – do. But, if you are too busy with court - "

"No, love. Things are quiet, and I could leave for a couple of weeks. The thought of being alone with you sounds too tempting to pass up. Do you have something in mind?"

"Well...Fergus offered to give us a room in Highever for a couple of weeks."

His eyes got serious as he sat up, looking down at her and she feared he would say no. "You want to take me to Highever? I thought you vowed to never return?"

"Alistair...I need to see it again. I would like to visit with my brother, and see how the people are fairing. And – I wanted to show you where I grew up. It would be a chance for the people to meet their new king as well. If you do not what to go, than we won't. I just – sounded like a tempting offer to me."

He smiled at her, placing a small kiss on her forehead. "I can not argue with your logic, pet. I would love to see the castle you grew up in. And some time away from court would be good for the both of us. We haven't left since..."

He did not finish his sentence, and she knew why. He did not like to think about the day they killed the Archdemon. She nodded, and laid down back on her back, looking up at him. She placed a small hand on his, trying her best to comfort him. "Those days are over, Love. We both survived." He nodded, his eyes looking down at her. She could tell from his expression that those memories of that night were still burned into the back of his mind. It was not a face she liked to see on her new husband, the King of Ferelden. Something was bothering him, as the worry lines in his face clearly showed. Sophia laid patiently, knowing it was better to let him talk than to pester him about it. He admitted something to her for the first time since the battle. "I keep thinking about how I could have lost you, and I don't know if I would have made it without you."

Those words broke her heart, and made it skip all at the same time. The depths of his feelings for her had never wavered, and she always felt incredibly lucky to love someone like him. She smiled, before leaning up to kiss his lips. It was her way of telling him everything was okay, and she would have been lost without him as well. He wrapped his arms around her, before pulling away. "I love you, Sophie." He spoke to her, before he placed her down on the bed, their lips meeting once again. The pair made love once again, but this time it was more sensual and genuine. He fell asleep shortly after, holding her in his arms. She snuggled close to him and closed her eyes, knowing they would need their energy for the trip to Highever in the morning as she listened to the sounds of his heart beating slowly under her. There was no place like Alistair's arms, as she drifted off into a peaceful sleep with a small smile spreading across her plump lips.