A/N: I'm really sorry for the long time with no updates but I've experienced some great ups and downs in my life and simply didn't have the mood for writing. I hope you all had a merry Christmas and I do believe everything's gonna be better the next year! So happy and lucky new year to all of you! :x
And please note that from now on this is rated M...
Chapter 4 - Let's Get It Over With
The door creaked open and revealed the handsome young king clad in his casual attire, a loose shirt of burgundy colour with an open neck and brown velvet pants complemented with a wide and decorated belt. His dark, shoulder-length hair framed his face just perfectly and his stubble beard only added to the stunning appearance of a man he presented.
Elise took a deep breath while she was taking in his presence, then bowed her head respectfully and kept her eyes casted down as she had been advised before. She had her long crimson locks pinned up in a sloppy bun with a few strands of stray hair which had found a way out of the intricate hairdo. Her bosom was rising and falling at a quick pace as she was still struggling to take control of her uneven breathing.
"Good evening, milady." Caspian muttered reservedly.
"Good evening, Your Majesty." Elise replied politely and risked a fleeting glance at the king's face but was met with his disapproving expression.
"You know why you are here, is that right?" he started and stepped around her to look her over. She didn't seem to be particularly beautiful, but he assumed that no mortal woman could be compared to the beauty of Lilliandil, she simply looked like any other ordinary girl. She was also rather short in comparison to Susan's tall figure.
Elise swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes. Yes, it is."
The king was staying mute, still observing her like she was a piece of goods he had just bought. It was getting on her nerves. Had she known he was going to scrutinize her like this, she would have put more effort into her preparation. She felt like already standing exposed in front of him though she was still fully dressed.
Not being able to stand it any longer, she dared to open her mouth and speak "But I think..."
"I don't remember asking for your thoughts." Caspian promptly cut her off.
That made Elise straighten up and her hands curl into fists at her sides. It staggered her how arrogant he actually was and she had to ask herself why she had remained being in love with him for all this time. He might be a king, a handsome young man desired by many women but that didn't mean he was worthy of her love. She slowly started to realize that he didn't deserve it at all.
Caspian took a notice of her getting all tensed up and her sudden hostile appearance took him slightly aback. Did she take offence at his words? As a king he had become carefree about what he was saying or to whom because nobody would really point out to him that his tone or choice of words had insulted them. No one would ever dare to do so. But this girl currently looked like she was about to punch him in the face. Who she thought she was?!
"Let me tell you we are not here to talk this through, it has been decided and agreed on by the wisest men of our kingdom. If you doubt their decision, I don't understand what you are doing here." he said with a stern voice and his eyebrows raised up in a quizzical stare.
"It's not like I had any other choice." Elise remarked ruefully, averting her eyes from him again.
Caspian had to admit there was something about this girl. The way she spoke and acted, like she was his equal, even his most loyal men and advisors didn't have the nerve to be this bold around him. It piqued his interest though he wasn't sure yet whether he wanted to give her credits for her audacity or punish her for the same.
"There is always a choice." the king countered calmly.
Elise scoffed at that. "Yeah, like giving a convicted person options which way to die."
Caspian held her presumptuous stare and for a moment he seemed to be at a loss for words. He didn't know how to oppose her statement and this whole talk was making him angry. She was incredibly cheeky and the urge to put her back in her place was getting the better of him.
"That's enough. I'm not going to talk to you about this, my time is a way too precious for that. We've got a task to accomplish and the sooner it's done, the better." the king raised his voice and stepped closer as to effectively intimidate her. "Now undress yourself. Or am I supposed to do that?"
Elise made a step back to regain some of her personal space. She had always wished to be this close to him and now, when her long-time dream had come true, she wanted nothing else but to be on the other side of the world.
"I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself." she snapped and began to unlace the front of her dress. Her hands trembled with anger and fear, this shouldn't have been like this. Her eyes burned with unshed tears because she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Her mouth was shut but inside she was screaming.
Finally, the gown became loose enough and she could easily slip it off, which left her only with her petticoat on. The room was warm yet she felt the chill running down her back while she was trying to swallow the lump in her throat. Never had she felt this vulnerable before. And she hated it.
Caspian's eyes roamed over her body and at the very moment he looked like a predator watching its prey which had been pushed into a corner. But to her relief, he didn't ask her to get completely naked, instead he commanded her to lay on the bed.
Elise obeyed without another word. She had lost the courage to speak to him once more and she also doubted herself being able to let out a coherent sentence considering she had difficulties just to breathe. She climbed onto the bed and laid down, her whole body became tense with growing nervousness as she was lying on the soft mattress, deliberately staring up on the ceiling. She could hear he was taking off his clothes and soon she felt the mattress had sagged on the opposite side of the bed. Like on an instinct, she squeezed her eyes shut.
The king watched her for a short while, thinking for the moment that most probably she didn't want this as much as him. But he would not go back now. Let's get it over with. And he positioned himself above her, guiding his erection to her entrance. It was an utterly new feeling and it felt good though she seemed to be extremely tight. He wondered whether she was doing it on a purpose or it was natural like this. He tried to slowly push forward but it was almost impossible and so he put more force into it which elicited a painful whimper from the girl beneath him who was keeping her eyes closed and clutching the sheets with both her hands.
This time she could not prevent the tears from springing and running down her burning cheeks. She sensed his every move, felt every touch of his body. His hot breath teased the skin below her left ear while his hair tickled the side of her face. How many times had she dreamt about this? But now it all just felt wrong. She was trapped and there was no way to escape. And then it happened, he entered her without a warning and it was very far from a pleasant feeling she had sometimes read about in her stories. She bit her lower lip in attempt to stifle a sob but when he pushed into her forcefully, she couldn't help but whimper in pain. She knew this was the moment he had taken away her precious virtue while not even bothering himself to appreciate it.
Instead of looking down at her pitiful expression, Caspian also opted for closing his eyes and let his natural male instincts to take over. His hips started to pound against hers in a steady rhythm and he selfishly enjoyed the feeling which he could only describe as the greatest pleasure he had ever experienced. He briefly realized she wasn't that tight anymore but wonderfully wet and warm around him. His thrusts became more erratic as he was losing control, fully giving in to his desire to reach his climax. Her little whining noises only encouraged him and he tried to bite back a moan when he was thrown over the edge, spilling his seed inside her womb.
He restrained from letting himself collapse onto her rather petite form and as soon as he recovered from the sweet blackness which had fallen upon him when he had found his release, he carefully pulled out of her with nothing more than a quick glance at her creased face.
Elise was trying her best to lie still and let him have his way with her, she saw no point in struggling against it, the sooner it was over, the better. The pain wasn't going away but it wasn't increasing, either. After some time the king made a strangled noise and stopped moving inside of her from what she could only assume the task had been done. But she refused to open her eyes as yet. She didn't want to see the man, ever again.
Caspian got out of the bed and went directly to the side room to clean himself up. He was glad that it was over and a small part of him felt a sort of satisfaction for teaching the girl a lesson as not to talk to him in the fashion she had demonstrated earlier tonight. He was her king and he would not stand such disrespectful behaviour.
When he returned to the chamber, the girl was lying on the bed in the same position as before, with her eyes remaining shut. Her lower lip was quivering as she was crying silently and suddenly, Caspian felt a pang of guilt.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you." he muttered and pulled on his pants and boots, avoiding to take another look at the poor girl. She didn't respond, didn't even try to open her eyes. And so the king turned away and swiftly left the quiet room.
