I was out of town last week, I apologize for not updating sooner. This is a very long chapter for me and I can't guarentee that the others will be this long so don't get your hopes too high up. This is also my first, somewhat in depth love scene. I'm not really good at writing at them so I tend to avoid them, we'll see how it goes. I'm going to quit rambling now. Enjoy!


Chapter Seven

My physical recovery took a little less than a month, but for the few months that followed I plagued myself with what I had done wrong. It nearly drove me crazy as I was constantly thinking of the newborn I should have been holding and feeding and taking care of. I thought of how happy Eomer would have been if I had given him a son like I was supposed to. He would have been even happier with me if I had succeeded at the one job I was absolutely supposed to succeed at.

Sometimes when I thought about it I realized that royal wives were nothing more than crucial instruments in breeding. It made me sad to think that, especially when I had met so many royal women who were miserable in their marriages even though they had supplied their husbands with a brood of children. I panicked at first, thinking that Eomer had only warmed to me because of the child I had failed to deliver safely, that he had only become fond of me when he thought that I was performing sole duty perfectly.

I of course was proved wrong. His newfound affection for me did not wane because of the child. He still held me at night, but I felt that I was cheating him. He was being so kind to me and I had done nothing to deserve such treatment. Eomer did not rush me into trying again for a child, but after I had brooded over the topic and recovered as the healers had instructed I approached my husband.

After a few more months of not getting pregnant I became impatient. I realized that of course we couldn't have another baby if we were only going to try when we went to bed. I thought it would take more of an effort on our parts. If Eomer wasn't excessively busy I would go into his study and let him take me on the small sofa in the corner, making sure the door was locked and bolted of course.

My husband, like any hot-blooded male, didn't mind in the least and I got bolder with my attempts in making another baby. I would go to the stables some afternoons when he was hiding from his advisors and shoo the stable boys away, pulling Eomer down into the stacks of hay.

Eomer certainly enjoyed himself for a while, though I must admit, I didn't enjoy our soirees anymore than I had before. I was goal-oriented with each of our couplings, thinking constantly of my failure and how I must succeed this time around. Eomer either really didn't notice or chose to ignore the fact that he was the only one enjoying our frequent time together.

Eventually I began to push boundaries, even as the Queen of Rohan. On one particular afternoon I interrupted a session with one of Eomer's most trusted advisors, rudely coming into his study as if I owned the place. The advisor looked up at me, startled, before he stood and bowed low at the waist.

"I…uh," he looked at Eomer uncertainly, but Eomer looked just as confused as the poor old man. "I'll just be going then, Your Highness; we can finish this business later." He looked at me again and bowed once more before exiting the room.

I moved to the desk and sat on top of Eomer's important papers and put my feet on either side of his thighs, hiking the skirt of my dress up.

"Do you need something Dera?" Eomer asked an edge evident in his voice.

"Not anything out of the ordinary. I'm just visiting you as I always do." I smiled innocently.

"I was busy, did you not notice that?"

"He said he could come back later, it must not have been that important," I shrugged.

"I'm trying to run a country, Dera. Most things I do are important." Eomer's tone became a little self-righteous.

"I'm sorry," I began to pout just a little bit. "I'll see you at dinner." I began to move away from my husband, but, like most men, he couldn't bear to see a woman in distress.

"No, you're here now."

We moved to the sofa as usual and took care of my important business.

After that incident I only went to Eomer when I was certain he wasn't doing anything terribly important and I always made sure that he completely alone. Even if my attempts became less bold they certainly became more frequent. Unfortunately, in my baby craze I didn't notice that Eomer stopped being happy to see me when I would come to "see" him during the day. He began to see our couplings as a chore. If I had been a good wife then I would have stopped and taken care of my husband's needs properly, but all I could think about was having a baby.

One night Eomer didn't show up to dinner and he didn't come to our bedroom until very late at night and we finally arrived he went straight into the bathroom, not acknowledging my presence at all. When he came out almost three quarters of an hour later he had a towel wrapped around his waist and I stood up from the bed and walked toward him. I unwrapped the towel and took him in my hands, gently preparing him for my next attempt at making a child.

Eomer gave an exasperated sigh and grabbed my hands rather roughly. "Dera please."

I looked up at him, confused. "What?"

"Do you know what I've done all day?" He pulled his loose sleeping breeches on. "I've been in a chamber full of every single one of my advisors all day. I've had a few bites of food and I am exhausted."

I had to admit that he sounded exhausted, but if he thought that I wasn't he was very mistaken. I was tired of trying so hard for no results. I was tired of seducing him, which had become harder and harder, everyday in my desperate hope for a child.

"Then come to bed," I said in my most sultry voice.

"That's exactly what I want to do, Dera!" Eomer exclaimed, his voice raising. "But I want to sleep."

"You can't sleep, not yet." I protested.

"Dera, please. I have never had a worse day in my life. Be a good wife to me."

"That's what I'm trying to do!"

"No, you're trying to get me into bed for your ulterior motives! A good wife would realize what I have to do every day and would be waiting for me in bed, not to rape me, but to just be there for me!" Eomer sat on the edge of the bed, putting his head in his hands.

"I can't do that, Eomer!"

Eomer looked up at me. "Why? I don't understand! You want a baby this bad, I mean Dera you've nearly killed me!"

"I don't want a baby, I have to have one! Of course you wouldn't understand, but this is why we're married. I was traded like livestock so I could give you a brood of heirs!" My voice cracked and my eyes filled up, but I blinked furiously.

"Dera," Eomer's voice softened, but he continued on lecturing. "You must understand that I am busy. I am the King of Rohan and I have many things that occupy my time and make me tired. I can't help it, I didn't ask for this." Eomer was speaking of not asking to become king.

"Neither did I," I said coldly, speaking of our marriage. A wounded look came over his face but I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

A servant came out from a side hallway. "Have a guest chamber prepared for me," I ordered, imperiously.

For the next few weeks I didn't return to Eomer's bedroom or anywhere near Eomer unless it was for meals. At meals there were always people watching so I pretended we were fine and took part in small talk. It was common for kings and queens to sleep in different bedrooms in many places so there wasn't much gossip about that, which I was grateful for. The last thing I wanted was a huge scandal to go alone with the huge hole in our marriage.

My life became much more boring as I wasn't constantly planning when to see Eomer. Nothing happened for almost three weeks, until one day at dinner. A messenger came panting and sweating into the dining hall.

"What is it?" Eomer asked the young man.

"A message for her Her Highness." The young man came over toward me and handing me a letter.

I unrolled the parchment unsure of what it could possibly be about. As I scanned through it I came across the shocking news that my father had died. I was not sad about the information, just shocked. I continued to read on about how in his final will he had left his new wife as regent while the prince was still young, but the people were protesting, crying my name in the streets. The people were crying for the daughter of the first princess, the one who had loved and enchanted them. They would have none of the new wife business.

"Is everything alright, Dera?" Eomer asked from the other end of the table.

"I have to go back to Rhudaur," I said quietly. "My father has died and the place is, apparently, an unruly mess."

"I shall go with you then," Eomer said.

I laughed, sarcasm dripping from the tinkling peals. "Of course you won't. You have a country to run here."

I left the dining hall and went to my new room where I asked my ladies to begin packing for me. I ordered them to pack my black things, though if it were my choice I would wear yellow to celebrate. When they finished and left my room after a few young boys had come to carry my things out for the morning journey I sat in front of the vanity and brushed my long flaxen hair.

I finally set the brush down and looked at myself in the mirror. There was no sadness in my face, but I looked much older than my nineteen years. I supposed I had done that to myself in my hysteria to become pregnant again.

The door opened and I looked to see who it was in my mirror, but I already knew. No one else could enter my chambers without knocking or making themselves known in some way.

Eomer walked over to me with his long strides and stood behind the short stool I was perched on. He knelt down and moved my long hair in front of one of my shoulders, gently kissing my neck. My dress became loose as he undid it and the corset underneath.

I noticed a strange transformation in his rough hands that I had never noticed before. When they touched me they become butter melting into my skin and caressing gently. He rubbed his large hands over the red welts the corset at left on my back and rib cage.

Without a word he picked me up, like I weighed nothing, and laid me on the bed, peeling his tunic off. He pulled my dress down from my hips and looked down at my completely naked body. He came close to my ear and whispered, "Relax." His lips then traveled down my neck, collarbone, and then to my breasts, giving copious attention there. My whole body relaxed and I actually enjoyed his touch for the first time in our short marriage.

His mouth moved further and I tensed up once more, unsure of what he was doing to me. His face burrowed between my legs and I gasped as his tongue grazed, what I assumed was, the most sensitive part of my body. He continued to pleasure me until I could stand it no more and with a cry waves of tension rolled out of my body.

I lay limp and in a daze after his amorous attention, never having experienced anything like that before in our marriage bed. He came back up to me and kissed my mouth and I got a taste of myself. Spreading my legs wider for him, I stroked his strong back gently.

Eomer sank into me with a groan and moved slowly at first, working us both up, breathing heavily. My legs wrapped around his hips, surprising me because I had never taken part in our couplings before, pulling him deeper into me. My arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he moved harder and faster within me.

"Oh Dera," he groaned into my ear. My hips ground into his as I felt myself reaching the glorious release he had give me moments before. Eomer's breathing got faster and shallower and suddenly we were both dazed and limp, a tangle of limbs.

Placing a whisper of a kiss on my shoulder Eomer began to apologize for everything but I stopped him.

"I'll only forgive you if you forgive me. I lost sight of the important things."

"Of course I forgive you." Eomer paused and looked deep into my blue eyes. "I love you, Dera."

We had never uttered those sentiments in our marriage before it felt right. "I love you too, Eomer."


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Avonmora