A/N: Warning: Mentions of intercourse.- Licia
May, 1845
The Beaches of Halsten Castle,
Southern Isles
"Now you may look, my darling."
She opened her eyes; the wind coming off the sea tugged at her hair and skirts, and she slowly turned to look up at him before turning back. "It's... a castle." She tried hard to hide her confusion, and winced, hearing it creep into her voice.
"Halsten Castle. The original home of the royal family, back when the monarchy was established."
She nodded, glancing at Anna, who stood by her side, Camilla in her arms. In the six months since her birth, the baby girl's blonde curls had slowly grown lighter, becoming closer to her mother's snow white locks, and her eyes were as blue as her mother's as well. "Why did you bring us here, Hans?"
He stepped up beside her, taking her hand and tugging her gently to follow. She reached up, pressing her other hand to the bonnet tied around her head to keep the wind from tugging it as she let him pull her along the the beach gently. Anna followed. "I brought you here, because this is going to be our home."
"Ah-" She stopped, turning to her sister; the look they shared screamed that her husband had clearly lost his mind. "Dearest, we already have a home-"
He sighed, pulling her close. "No, I mean, a home that is ours, away from the court. One that is ours, a place where we can escape if we wish, like Jannicke in Arendelle." She nodded, remembering the small castle in the Arendellian countryside she had taken him to two years prior. A moment passed, before she turned her gaze back to the castle.
"It needs... work."
"I've already started." He slipped behind her, leaning down until his lips were near her ear. "We're going to bring it to the ground and start over. The kitchens, studies and library will be upon the bottom floor; our room, Anna's, Milla's and the rooms for our other children will all be on the first-"
"Other children?" She turned to meet his gaze. "You seem awful certain about that, Your Majesty."
A moment passed as he considered her words. "I have hope, Your Majesty, not certainty." He punctuated his statement with a kiss, and then returned to the matter at hand. "And at the top, with the servants' quarters, separate from our quarters, and also higher up so that it's warmer in the winter months, because-"
"Warm air rises." She finished, and he nodded, sliding his arms around her waist.
"We will keep the gardens in the back the same, and the beach is not far, so we may spend hours swimming if you like, since I know you love the water." He squeezed her gently. "It will be our own piece of heaven, away from the hustle of the court; here, we will not need to keep up the ruse. We can just be a family, without the weight of our crowns to hold us down."
"Space and peace to help keep our rules strong." She replied, something her father had often told her- that a good monarch needed space and peace to be able to keep their rule strong and stable. For only then could a ruler lead their country with a level head. Their gazes locked, and she grinned. "Tell me more."
He looked up at the sound of the tapestry fell back into place, to see her enter the bedchamber, a solitary snowflake floating in her palm, emitting a soft light. Barefoot and in only her nightdress, long hair over her shoulder in a messy braid, looking for all intents and purposes like the young Crown Princess he had first met back at the Tercentenary. She met his gaze, her blue eyes glowing in the darkness, and after a moment, he got out of bed, going to her. With a flick of her wrist, the snowflake vanished, casting them into darkness- and she let him scoop her up into his arms, their mouths meeting in a deep kiss.
When they broke the kiss, they were lying upon the bed, hands roving over material and bodies close; slowly, they stripped each other bare, hands moving from material to smooth skin. He trailed kisses over her skin, brushing his lips over the light silver marks that marred her belly, left from her pregnancy. She watched him, tiny smile tugging at her lips as her fingers moved to tangle in his auburn curls. "Oh, Eliza." He kissed her deeply once more before ducking down between her legs.
It was exceedingly improper in polite Victorian society for a married couple to engage in martial relations for any purpose other than procreation- at least, in Victoria's Britain. But this was the Southern Isles, and, by extension, Arendelle, and both countries held very similar views on sex between couples. For both countries, intercourse was not just for the procreation of children; if both parties were willing to engage in intercourse, they were encouraged to engage in it. In both Arendelle and Southern Isles society, intercourse was viewed as a way of keeping a marriage strong; couples were encouraged to engage in it if desired, as well as oral and self pleasure.
From an early age, Hans had been raised to believe that his wife's pleasures and desires were to come before his own; her satisfaction was most important above all, for it was her who would be whispering in his ear and guiding his hand, even if she was considered his queen, and Elsa, as his queen- despite not sitting by his side upon the throne- did just that. It was her arguments and challenges that guided his hand, her encouragements that whispered in his ear; if it benefited her country, it would benefit his as well, and now that they had a daughter-
Well, if it was good enough for their darling Milla, then it would be good enough for all children, of both the Isles and Arendelle.
His tongue found the bundle of nerves between her legs, and slowly, he began stroking it; her soft moans slowly grew in sound as he worked, and after a moment, he looked up, smiling softly before ducking back down to continue working, slowly sliding his hands over her milky things. Her breathing became heavier as he worked, and she tried hard to keep from crying out, for fear of waking the household. Her teeth slid out to bury themselves in her lower lip, and she whimpered, letting out a strained squeal as he hit the right spot.
"Oh, Hans..." The pressure that had been building and building within her finally released as her arousal came, and he tasted the sweetest parts of her. As he pulled away and carefully wiped his mouth, the sight of his wife writhing in pleasure stiffened him, and slid his hands over her knees and down her thighs, feeling about to burst if he didn't bury himself deep within her.
"Eliza..." She met his gaze through heavily-lidded eyes. "please, my love..." She nodded, not saying another word, she simply pushed herself up and took his face in her hands, kissing his deeply. Taking that as her allowance, he settled between her legs before pushing into her with a moan of pleasure that matched her own as she arched her back. He slid into her easily, for his ministrations had made her ready for him; she was slick and the first thrust sent her heart racing. "Oh, Eliza..."
He continued to thrust into her, burying himself deep within her sweet folds, as she continued to contract around him, until they screamed for each other, hands lacing together and mouths find each other as their bodies slid together. "Gods alive... Eliza... my Queen..."
"Oh, Hans... My king... My Arendellian king..."
"You're mine. My queen... Gods... you are the true Queen of the Southern Isles, Eliza! My queen!" He once more released his seed into her as she closed tight around him, her muffled screams mingling with his as they exploded together, mouths connecting.
As the adrenaline slowly left them, neither dared move, content were they. Elsa reached up, cradling his head against her as they caught their breath. As they slowly broke apart and their gazes locked, he nosed his nudge against hers. She opened her mouth, but he stopped her. "Hans-"
"From the moment I met you, I knew you would be my queen. I don't care if you never sit upon the throne of my country or if I sit upon the throne of yours. You are the one true Queen of the Southern Isles. And as your king, it is my duty to serve you, in whatever Her Majesty requests." She smiled at him, caressing his cheek, before their lips once more met in a deep kiss, her request loud and clear, and they started all over again.
