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Part II: Emotions.
Ginevra stood hastily as she heard the bedroom door open, looking up hopefully, and once she saw him standing there, dressed in a finely tailored suit and cloak, and she curtsied to him and walked over to him, waiting for an explanation about why they were all dressed up.
One of the maids had told her that she had to wear the dress laid out for her; it was a black, halter-neck dress with oval shaped rhinestones on the straps. The empire waistline flattered her stomach rather nicely, she thought.
"Time to celebrate, Ginevra," he muttered, pulling her by her gloved hand. He sighed impatiently at her confused look. "To celebrate conceiving my heir. A long time coming."
"Oh…" she said as he pulled her down the halls, with no consideration of the fact that she was six months pregnant. She placed her free hand on her abdomen, breathing heavily, as they came to a halt in front of the ballroom doors.
He gave a sharp gesture with his hands, and the doors banged open, causing the people inside to jump with surprise and form a valley to the raised platform at the end of the room. He continued to pull her forward as the guests bowed and curtsied, and he simply looked over them with an air of complete arrogance. When they finally stopped, Ginevra just stared up at him as he announced something; she was too gladly engrossed at seeing how handsome he was with everyone bowing down to him.
Ginevra was soon brought out of it as she felt a firm hand touching her stomach. She looked down and saw the guests coming forward to touch the child, and bow again. She looked up at the Emperor again, wishing he would touch her there, yet he kept his haughty behaviour as a whole array of people touched his unborn heir, but he did notice that Ginevra was staring at him, and he simply ignored her.
When that weird experience was over, the Ball finally began, and, from her place on the platform, Ginevra watched as mostly everyone danced. Her seat was comfortable, but she truly wished to dance with the man sitting beside her, with the man who sat with a bored expression. Then he left her without a word of where he was going, and without a backward glance. She was tempted to go after him, but she supposed that he would become angry.
As the Ball wore on, she began to feel utterly neglected, and she could not see the Emperor anywhere. But, all the same, she forced a smile, and once she was sure no one was looking, she went and stood out on the terrace over looking the large and beautiful gardens. It was illuminated by some fireflies that were resting in random rhododendrons and hedges. Out of a sudden feeling of instinct, she turned around to observe the goings on inside, and she spotted him being slavered over by two lewd-looking girls, one with chestnut brown hair, and the other with dark blonde hair. Ginevra instantly felt a surge of jealousy as she saw a lurid grin cross his face at what they were saying.
He never smiled at her, not properly….
"Wokey!" she called softly and a sharp crackling noise followed her call. She turned to see the House Elf bowing with the tip of her long nose just touching the floor.
"What is miss wanting?" she said in a squeaky high-pitched voice.
"Wokey, is there another way to my room without being spotted? I'd rather go unseen."
"Wokey knows of passages to miss' room," she said with an eager nod. "Miss must follow Wokey."
Wokey had led Ginevra through a long passageway, which ended at the fireplace in her room. Now, she sat on her bed, waiting impatiently for the sound of footsteps. And she waited, and waited, and waited.
Then she heard footsteps, but they were accompanied by a set of giggles. Ginevra stiffened as they came closer; he was with a girl…. The sounds past her door and became faint, then dwindled to nothing. He did not even check to see if she was in her room.
Ginevra stood up and opened her door cautiously. She walked down the corridor toward his quarters. When she came close enough, she pressed her ear to the door, and what she heard made her rush quickly back to her bedroom.
She leant on her door as it shut, and looked down at her stomach, where the baby lay safely. He was making love to another…. She wiped a tear away from her cheek furiously, and cursed herself for crying over him.
Ginevra kicked her heels off, and walked barefoot to the floor-length mirror. There she stood, all dressed up, and looking her absolute best, yet he did no want to sleep with her, or touch her at all. She went over to the four-poster and huddled herself underneath the covers, and despite herself, she began to cry.
She missed his touches, she missed the way they moved together… she missed him. Not once had he placed an affectionate hand on her stomach, not even to acknowledge, at least, that his baby was there.
He lay in his grand bed, now alone, and thinking about how unsatisfying that fuck had been. The girl was a whore anyway, and what gratification could he get out of someone who had slept with half the population.
Then he remembered the pregnant girl. Ginevra had sneaked away, and he suddenly decided that he would punish her for it. He stood up and pulled on his trousers and shirt. That girl needed to learn how to behave. He left his chambers and strode into her room.
All he could see was a small figure lying under the bed covers; she was asleep, but he did not care. He shook her by the shoulders fiercely until she awoke with a gasp. "Get up, right now," he ordered, she swiftly obeyed upon hearing the scathing tone in his voice. "You never leave a Ball without me, do you understand?" he gripped her wrist and squeezed hard.
"Y-Yes, sire," she gasped out, "I'm s-sorry, I-I didn't know."
"Now, you do, and if it happens again, I'll break your wrist."
"Yes, sire," she whispered.
He smirked then, and stood behind her, running his hand over her bare back, and unhooking the straps on her dress, and pulling the bodice covering her breasts down slowly. "I'll tell you one thing, Ginevra," he muttered as he caressed her breasts, "these are perfect."
Ginevra gave a small blush at his comment, and stared down at his hands cupping her full breasts. He did the same, looking over her slender shoulder to watch his own actions. She winced as he squeezed her hard suddenly, then he let go of her. Ginevra pulled the bodice up, and held it up with one hand as she reached out to touch him. He visibly stiffened, but she continued with what she was going to say. "Sire, you are not leaving me now, are you?" she said with doe eyes. "I don't think I could handle another minute without you touching me."
He stared down at her eager face, beautiful and submissive once more as she waited anxiously for his answer. He had come to punish her severely, and yet he did not, and now she was offering sex to him on a platter as that whore had done. But, Ginevra was different, she was shy in her ways, she could never be a whore. And she was pregnant. Looking at her contemplatively, he wrenched her bodice down once more, and held her breasts, squeezing her there again as he kissed her fiercely.
It felt like something wild was beginning to possess him as he kissed in an incensed frenzy, and the last thing he heard before this wild thing took over was her impassioned moans….
When he had finished, the Emperor watched her body fall back onto the messy sheets and pillows, her dress almost in tatters, since he did not bother with removing those pieces of clothing. He had simply ripped off his shirt, and then her knickers, nearly breaking the zip on his trousers in his desperation.
She was breathing heavily, a slight smile on her face as he stood up and zipped up his trousers. That had been so much more satisfying then he had ever imagined. But, he left her all the same, and this time her dignity stayed intact, and the next morning, when she woke up, she was disappointed that he was not beside her, but as she dressed she replayed last nights events over and over again.
Later on in the day, she did wonder why he had obliged her request, but nothing could make her upset, not even the fact that she had not seen him for the whole day.
End of Part II.
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