Part III:
Rollercoaster.
"Get up," he sneered as he entered her room, "how many times do I have to tell you?" She stood hastily, as he had ordered, and smoothed out the front of her dress, since she had recently discovered that he had an obsession with neatness, especially in her. He advanced on her dangerously, his handsome face twisted into a scowl. Ginevra placed a hand on her stomach protectively, and stared straight into his piercing blue eyes. "You are lucky that I am even visiting you," he said in a much calmer voice, "ungrateful girl."
She finally dropped her gaze, finding it unbearable to endure his icy stare, and his harsh words. It seemed like an eternity since he had slept with her, when it had only been 2 months before. "Thank you…" she muttered. No one could blame her really, she had become lonely; she ate breakfast alone, had lunch alone, ate dinner alone, and went to bed alone. All he needed her was for one thing. "I'm glad you remembered me," she said solemnly.
He smirked at how weak and dependent she was. "Well, you would be of no use to me if you shrivelled up and died, now, would you?"
"No, sire," she said, not bothering to tell him that the baby was kicking, for she knew that he would not care. She knew that he would cast a quick glance downward, and then raise his eyebrow at her as if to say that he couldn't care less.
"You would die if I forgot about you," he said surely, "because you are weak. Weak and foolish," he hissed.
"I try not to be, sire," she said, raising her head. She wondered why he bothered coming to her anyway if he just wanted to insult her. Ginevra watched him take his jacket off, and hoped that he would touch her, but she knew he would not. He had never been affectionate with her, and why should he? He had told her from the very beginning that there were no emotional ties in their union. But, she still could not understand how he could be so cold to her when she was going to have his heir, the heir that he had been desperate for. All the same, she clasped her hands in front of her, and waited anxiously for what he would do next. And she definitely knew what she wanted him to do next.
He suddenly laughed. "Look at you," he chuckled, "lusting after me still, even though you are nearing the end of your pregnancy." Ginevra sat back down, her legs beginning to ache as the baby moved about restlessly. She had forgotten that he was a Legilimens, though he was right, she had wanted him even more since she had gone into the last few months. "Your mind is weak also, Ginevra, you lay your thoughts bare to me."
"Yes, s-sire," she felt tears unexpectedly fill her eyes, he was always criticising her, and she found herself wondering why she loved him at all. "I am sorry," she said quietly.
"You're a woman, you are prone to these emotions," he said mockingly, "it's in your nature to be weak." He began to loosen his tie, and Ginevra wanted to know why he had come. It looked like he was making himself welcome.
Her heart filled with joy as he leant over her, his hand reaching toward her stomach. Ginevra smiled at him as he looked down, but she only felt the brush of his fingertips. She looked down to see him examining the green jewel on her dress. "You're a burden," he muttered, "you ask for far too much."
"I have not asked anything of you, sire," she said softly.
"You want things, you expect things, girl," he hissed vehemently. "You waste my time, do you think I enjoy checking up on you?"
"No, sire," she whispered, unable to disguise the hurt in her voice. "I know the importance of your work… perhaps I would not be such a burden to you if you sent someone else to check on me." Ginevra kept her head down as she said this to him, and dared not to touch her stomach as the baby gave a gentle kick as if to soothe her.
"I know you would die without my presence," he said sharply, "you would die if your needs are not fulfilled," his tone changing to a softer one upon seeing her depressed looking expression. He did not want her to infect his heir with her sadness. Then he stood straight, and pulled his tie off, her eyes becoming wide as he unbuttoned his shirt.
She stood up, a shy look upon her face as they looked at each other. "Sire…" she said almost inaudibly, "I would not die, but, I would be sad at the thought of you abandoning me."
"Come here," he ordered, and she obeyed. Ginevra stared up at him, waiting for him, waiting patiently for his next command; anything he wanted, she would do. He had never had such loyalty, even from his pet snake. "Turn around," once she had done as he requested, he moved her waist-length hair over her shoulder as he undid the ties on her dress. Once it was removed, she stood only in her thin petticoat, and she turned to face him again. "Don't just stand there, take my trousers off."
"Oh… oh, yes, sire," she said hastily, "of course." She sat down, and almost fumbled with his belt out of happiness, she could not wait to feel him again. He looked down at her, his face blank as she unzipped his trousers. In a twisted sort of way, he admired her, no matter how badly he treated her; she would still obey and try to please him. He realised that she had finished, and now sat with her hands in her lap, her face turned up to look at him.
"How lusty you are…" he chortled, "I must say that it still amazes me that you still want me."
"I wouldn't let another man touch me, sire," she muttered, "I am only loyal to you."
"Then I think this reward is well-deserved…" he muttered, looking down at her heart-shaped face, and patting her on the head.
"My loyalty doesn't need to be rewarded, sire…" she whispered, "you don't need to buy my loyalty, I know you have to with some of the others, but they are weaker than I."
"And yet you do not bear my mark…" he said quietly into her ear.
"I should like to," she murmured, placing her hand on her stomach, "but I think the baby is better than the mark."
"Yes…" he muttered once more, reaching his hand up to touch her breast lightly before telling her to get on the bad. She leant against the headboard as he came above her, and thrust his hand under her petticoat and ripping her knickers off violently.
"S-Sire?" he heard her say gingerly, "you will be gently, won't you? I fear for the baby."
"Do you think I am a simpleton?" she shook her head quickly. "Then do not question me."
She smiled as he finally lay beside her. "On your side, Ginevra," he said quietly, and she did so, knowing that it had to be done. She felt him lift her leg, his hand gripping her thigh as he held it up with his knee. Ginevra turned her face into the pillow as he pushed slowly into her, moaning quietly as elation filled her from head to toe. He watched as her pink, pouty lips moistened upon licking them, how her hand creased the bed sheets. His lip curled as he had a nasty thought.
The Emperor licked her shoulder, placing his hand on her upper arm, then bit down harshly. Her face screwed up in pain, and she cried out, all he did was chuckle as his teeth sunk into her flesh. "Ah… please," she pleaded softly. He brushed his lips slowly over the blood protruding from the bite mark, and he felt her small hand touch the side of his face as her moans became louder.
"You love," he pushed all the way inside her, hearing her moan again, "that, don't you?" he whispered, a slight sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"Mmm… yes, yes," she sighed breathlessly, "you know I do, sire, you tease me so." And when she turned her face to his, he was rather surprised at seeing the look of heavy lust in her eyes flickering on and off each time he thrust into her.
Ginevra smiled as she felt his hand brush quickly over her stomach only to lift her leg higher so he could push further.
"Don't… think," he gritted his teeth, "that I will do this frequently," he said, feeling almost there.
"Of course, sire… I understand," she murmured, trying to feel his body as close as possible before she reached.
"No," he hissed, thrusting harder, "no, you… don't understand."
"Oh… I do, sire…" she moaned loudly, her head thrown back, her throat releasing low, sensual sounds. He gripped her hip as he thrust into her, his teeth gritted as he tried to hold back a little longer, until she clenched around him unexpectedly, and he gave a low groan as he released himself inside her.
He pulled out of her quickly, leaving her in her elated state of euphoria as he pulled his trousers back on, zipping them up quickly. He stiffened upon feeling her soft hands on his bare back. "Where are you going?" she whispered tiredly. "Won't you stay a little longer?"
"Don't touch me!" he sneered as he whirled on her.
She jumped back, her hand on her stomach protectively again, and looked down at the floor once again. "I-I was just con-concerned about whether you could carry on with your plans so soon after…" and then she just seemed to fall onto the bed, hurt by his nasty aggressiveness.
He chuckled. "As if that could have distracted me," he scoffed and finished buttoning up his shirt.
She looked up at him, wide-eyed. "I did not please you, sire?" All he did was give that cold laugh that sent chills up and down her spine.
Ginevra stayed quiet as he slipped his shoes on, and put his belt back on. She had loved it, enjoyed it, why did he not feel the same? She thought that it might be because she was fat and awkward to deal with. She wanted nothing more than for him to stay beside her, to hold her, to feel their baby moving, and to fall asleep in his strong arms. Then he was gone, like all those other nights, but this time it affected her worse, didn't he know how sensitive she was right then? She burst into tears then, holding herself as her body racked with sobs.
She stood carefully, placing herself in front of the mirror like she always did when he left her heartbroken; the baby was his, did that not give him any incentive to treat her as his equal? And she had shown that her loyalty was as unbreakable as diamonds. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw his tie hanging off the back of the armchair by the balcony. She touched the silky black tie gently, and picked it up carefully to press it to her stomach. "It's the closest thing to Daddy's touch that I can get, baby," she said gently. "I'm pathetic. How can I possibly look after you when I can hardly look after myself."
Ginevra held the tie up, and brushed it over her rosy cheek, still flustered from his ravages, and she whispered his name so quietly, she barely heard it herself. "I love you…."
"Jones?" she said softly, the ghost servant floated toward her. "Where is he?"
"Sire is in the study, miss," he said monotonously. "Would you like me to inform him, miss?"
"Oh, yes, Jones, thank you," she watched as the ghost floated away, until she felt the pains coming back. "I want to push!" she shouted, her hands gripping the linen sheets, and beginning to pant like they told her to. Ginevra looked at where her hand was upon feeling another hand hold it, but it was only the midwife.
"OK," the doctor called, "you can push now, miss," and Ginevra gladly did so, she wanted this horrid pain to go away, since they had told her she was not allowed to take the potion that would ease her pain.
"It hurts," she moaned, wanting him there to hold her hand instead of the midwife, but she knew, even if he did come, that he would not hold her hand. "Oh, Jones, is he coming?" she called uncomfortably as the ghost floated back in.
"Sire says that he is busy, miss."
"Oh…" she said sadly, she felt embarrassed all of a sudden, the father of her baby was too busy to see the birth of his child, but her sadness was cut short as she felt another contraction grip her, and she pushed harder, beginning to cry at how painful it was, and once more cries were added to the midst she fell back onto the white pillows. As she breathed heavily, the soothing words of the midwife went unheard, whilst the baby was cleaned up and checked over.
"It's a beautiful baby boy, miss," the nurse said gently, placing the wailing baby in its mother's arms. Ginevra looked down in awe at the tiny thing that had caused so much pain. Once they had cleaned and checked her over, the midwife promising to visit her later that day, they left.
Ginevra looked down at the baby, and pulled the strap of her dress down, and held the baby's head to guide him to her breast. And the peace was lovely; she smiled affectionately down at him as he suckled. "Hello, little one," she said softly, "it's Mummy, you know, the person you kicked when she was trying to sleep. But, no Daddy… not yet. You have me, though," she said soothingly, but there was no one to soothe her. She leant back tiredly, wishing he would come to see his child, it was not much to ask for after she carried him for 9 months.
She looked through her fringe as the door opened, having no high hopes whatsoever, but she smiled wider as he came in, tucking her hair behind her ears. "You came…."
"Is it a boy?" he questioned without even glancing at the baby.
"Yes," she replied, "he's so beautiful."
"Good," he said blandly, a girl would have been useless, and he could not keep trying for a boy, she would begin to think that he was attracted to her, although he did think her attractive. Then he simply stood there, gazing at her and the child, and remembered the process of getting her pregnant; before he was told she was pregnant, she had been happy with him coming to her every night, but now, as she stroked the baby's cheek, she seemed sad, and tired with life. He knew why, and he never meant to make her so melancholy, but he had told her from the beginning, and she should have listened.
A/N: Thanks for all your reviews, and enjoy this chapter, also I would like a lot more reviews than I am actually getting since it doesn't really give me any drive to write if I only get 4 reviews per chapter.