The characters from the game belong to Capcom. The OC's and story background belong to me.

A/N: I'm not English native speaker, so you might find some typos or grammar mistakes, I do apologize for that.

A/N: Contains Sexual Content

Katarina's POV

Rains… That only reminds me of my grief. My loss. Is that he crying above us? Above me? If not. Probably the sky is crying for me as I keep my well contained expressions after the turmoil at that fair in the Peasants' Village. He was so vivid there… somehow… am I going crazy for longing for Christopher all this time?

The rain. The pouring rain. It was raining. It was raining that day. It was cold. My heart was in flame. My skin was burning. Needy. Needy for love. Needy for attention.

"Christopher, I cannot run that fast! This dress is a burden in rainy days!"

He laughed, "I don't know why you wear all that. There are simpler dresses, you know?" he replied as he crouched to piggyback

Without wasting any second I rode onto his back and placed each of my legs around his waist and held firmly on his shoulders as he stood up carrying me and ran without much effort trough the green camp until my personal manor as he was helping me with the remaining heavy loads. Such a strong man and it felt so good to be so close to him…My legs around him… I could not help those thoughts

"I am going to pick some dry towels for us. That rain really busted us!"

"Yeah, I'll wait here"

"Oh, but first, would you help me untie my dress? As you can see I did not bring any of my maidens with me as I judged it would not be necessary and it is really heavy now to do it on my own…"

He shrugged, "Sure…"

We stayed in silence for a while. So many thoughts – and dirty thoughts – invaded my brain. "Do you prefer simpler dresses?" I asked breaking the disturbing silence

"What? Do I prefer simpler dresses?" he asked puzzled

"But you mentioned it"

"Yes, I did, but I don't prefer anything. But I imagine that wearing all this is not practical, don't you agree?"

"Yes I do agree, but simpler dresses are for minor classes."

He smirked, "The fine fabrics you wear wouldn't diminish your social status… I have seen other classy women from other nations wearing much simpler dresses and still being who they are in society…"

"I am absolutely sure you have seen those, but the real question is…" I spoke turning around as I had felt the ties and apparel loosen, "What is more simpler than a woman's bare flesh? Is there a difference from the nations on that matter?" I asked lowering the sleeves and exposing even more my already exposing cleavage to the level of nipples.

Ah! His gaze... He could not disguise it. As any other man; his eyes looked down to where I wanted him to look at. That day was different. That day he did not ignore my advance. That simple advance and did look aim his attention to my cleavage. Would his attention drag to further more? I needed to make that test.

I gave one single step towards him without losing track of his eyes, his reaction. Unconsciously my lips parted with a delight. He did not step away. Different from the other times. His eyes looked up meeting mine causing a great shiver down to my spine. Every pore of my skin reacted to the fire burning in me. To the sparkle. To the lust. The lust in his eyes. It was there! I could see it. My legs trembled in anticipation. My heart starting to pound in my chest. I could not lose control in that game. Was he playing with me? I needed to test that too.

One more step. One arm freed. One breast revealed.

"Kat…" his voice whispered. No step back, but a sign of hesitation in his voice tone

"You are not stepping away…"

"Will that make you stop? You tease me all the time"

I shook my head, "I cannot stop knowing you want it - me"

He laughed, "You're a beautiful woman… I'm a man…"

"A man who has rejected me and still is just staring when I am revealing me"

"For a good sake"

"A good sake? Whose?"

"People talk…"

"Nobody has to know if none of us tell" my hands slowly travelled his chest up to his neck

He chuckled, "Your maidens aren't here…"

"No one is here…" I pulled his neck for me and leaned over him

He managed to stop inches before our faces touched, "Kat…"

"Let me love you Chris…"

Our lips finally locked. Soon enough we were free from our wet and heavy clothes. He lifted me up, one arm looping behind my knees, the other cradling me close. Gently, he laid me on the bed, then he lowered himself beside me, one leg trapping mine.
The feel of his body against mine took my breath away. He rained kisses on my face and my neck, taking little nips that had me gasping. I pressed against him, needing more. A low growl escaped him, and he was back to kissing my mouth, sucking me down into a whirlpool of emotions and sensations. I could stay with him like this for hours. Forever.

The feel of his skin against mine was nothing like I had ever imagined. I shivered. Was it possible to die from too much sensation? Maybe from not breathing.

I sucked in air and imitated him, touching him intimately. He shuddered then went still. Sure I had done something wrong. I froze too. My eyes flew to his. His eyes burned, his face tight with tension.

"Don't stop" he said in a voice an octave lower. Then he sat up.

I was like a kid in my favorite playground. My eyes feasted on his broad chest. Golden skin. Rippling muscles. Taut abdomen. It was one thing to ogle him from afar and quite another to have him this close. At my mercy. Blood roaring past my ears, pounding heart threatened to explode, I drooled.

He leaned against the pillow, hands behind his chest, "Go ahead"

I did. His skin was hot, smooth, his muscles flexing under my palm. A few times he held his breath, telling me without words what pleased him. I grew bolder, loving the feel of him. He caught my wrist, "Come here" he whispered, studying me from under his lashes

I crawled up his hot bod, draped myself over him like I had always fantasized, and stared into his eyes. The fire in them dimmed me for some reason. He pushed my hair back and cupped my breasts. The way his muscles shifted on his chest and stomach had me mesmerized. He had such a beautiful body. Lean. Hard. Masculine without being overpowering.

He pulled me up into his arms. We kissed fiery, his tongue stuck on my tongue. My insides turned into jelly. His body fit perfectly into mine. I was lost in pleasure. He was heaven. For a moment I regretted not had conserved me to this moment, it would be even more special. Although, there were moments it did feel like my first time.

I still can taste him in my sweet memories. Every time it rains, I remember of him. I am even more reminded of him when it rains. Of us. The sweet pouring memories. It is raining now as the coach ride us to my new prison. That moment at the fair… I so could feel him, his presence there. Did my thoughts make it rain just like that day when we became one? In the bed… In front of the fireplace…

Lake House

"What a crazy rain. It came all of sudden even with that bright sun!" the ginger commented as she looked at her wet clothes

"It's the season, no?" Christopher commented as he closed the door

"Yes, but it ruined our walk"

He smiled, "I didn't know you're the complaining type" he spoke with a joking way

She laughed, "I have my moments"

"I can see that…" he spoke stepping closer to her from behind and enlaced his arms around her waist and spoke on her ear, "And I'm loving to getting to know you better"

She smiled as she turned to face him, "I'm still a silly and stupid girl"

"No you're not! I think you're an amazing girl!"

"I don't know how amazing I can be… I'm not like Katarina…"

"You're definitely not like Katarina!"

"So how can I be amazing? She is amazing…Her dress, her jewelry… People looked like statues watching her"

"Is she amazing only because she wears fine clothing?

"No. because of her way to be"

"Arrogant?"

She laughed, "Even I could see she has a strong personality. I'm a people observer and I noticed that on her"

"So if you had had more time to observe you'd see she's not all that that you think. Her beauty and fine clothing cover her arrogance and snobbery. I'm sure she was disgusted in being standing in that place!"

"You know her too well, don't you?"

He inhaled deeply, "Yes, unfortunately"

She looked down imagining something else. Her insecurity still lied in her. She wanted to believe he really didn't see Katarina's with everyone else's eyes. She could sense there was a history he wasn't telling about them, but at the same time she thought it was just her usual insecurity giving her extra and wrong thoughts or misinterpretations. She feared asking further.

"Angely. Don't compare yourself to Katarina. Your heart is much richer than all of her fortune!"

"Are you really honest about that? Or are you just saying it because of 'that'?"

"That what?"

"'That'… what we did…" she started blushing stepping away from him, "in bed…" her voice nearly

"Intercourse?"

She nodded in confirmation. Talking about that subject still caused her some embarrassment. It was still a new thing in her life.

Christopher smiled tenderly. He found her shyness and clumsiness cute. He walked over to her, "Angely, what happened between was and is because of our love. There's no second intention behind from my part!"

She continued looking down. She was full of uncertainties. Insecurities. She hated being that way. She didn't have good examples of happy relationships around her. Her life trajectory made her distrust love somehow. Distrust men. The happy moments with Christopher still seemed to be just a good vivid dream that could end at any moment. And her only hope now was in the marriage she hoped her father would accept to Christopher. That was the right thing to do, wasn't it? She had had been his already! Obviously, her father and stepmother couldn't and shouldn't know such detail or they could think the worse of her – more than they already did.
The intercourse, the natural consequence of her love for Christopher, was still a taboo for her.

"Angely. I really do love you and I want and will marry you!" he grabbed her arms gently

She wanted to believe him fully. She really did.

"What if my father says no? We have to be realistic about my life and the people in it…"

He swallowed thinking for a moment, "It's not how I want it, but I'd marry you in secret. I cannot accept you living the way they want you to! You're not their cattle."

She smiled faintly. She loved his protective way. The B plan to run away and marry in secret sounded tempting despite not being what she really expected. However, as she remembered her destiny to a nunnery, she could set her frame of mind to the desperate measure. And her only option in the case of a denial.

Christopher touched her chin, turning her face to him, "My love for you is greater than anything and nothing will separate me from you from now on. I won't give up if they say no. I love you and I will fight for our love if I have to!"

"Do you really love me?"

"I do love you Angelique Stafford!" he reassured her with determination

She smiled. She wanted to say loud those words as well, but they felt stuck in her throat, leaving in form of tears. He wiped them pulling her close to him. Sheltering her small body into his arms. His precious angel. So brave but so innocent. So strong but so delicate.

"That place I showed you and am building slowly a new shelter for me…"

"That land at the border of the peasant village?"

"Yes, that land… that land will be our future home."

"Are you sure there won't be any problem? Are you sure that doesn't belong to anyone?"

"Yes, I'm absolutely sure! I've studied that place and asked questions to nearby inhabitants since I didn't want to invade anyone's space"

"Yeah, but there is already a small timber-framed manor there…"

"I know, I finished building that. There was only a basic construction so I enhanced it."

"What? Really? I thought you were joking when you showed me"

He chuckled, "I don't lie to you Angely!" then he smiled, "I have plenty of time and energy to waste! I really am building a future for us"

"I don't even know what to say Chris… I never thought I'd be lucky to find a good man like you and now it's hard for me to imagine you building a manor on your own!"

He shrugged, "I will do what I can. I have saved some money with some works and I will pay more men to help me there, besides, I'm not building a castle, right?"

She laughed, "No, you're not"

"Unless you want it…"

She laughed louder, "No! I'm fine with a simple but cozy manor!"

"Yeah, for now it's a timber-framed, but I intend to have more stories and a shop or workshop in the ground floor"

She lifted her brows with interest, "A shop? What kind of shop?"

"Well, I don't know about me, but I know about you. If you agree with that of course…"

"Me?"

He nodded in confirmation

"What about me?"

He pointed around to her paintings, "You have a talent that shall be exposed and even used for your own self sustain. You could be a royal painter or a very important artist Angely. You do tell stories with your work and this can be kept for our future descendants"

She smiled not knowing what to say. He apparently had pictured everything in silence in his head. She had never thought about her hobby in such way. He had a belief in her that only two people had demonstrated that for her, her late mother and grandmother. His words gave her hope to know she could be independent financially somehow and even help their family in the future. He was talking about children, right?

"What do you say?"

"I don't know what to say Chris… you increase my vision of future and it all makes sense. I never thought I could make money with my paintings… sounds like a good idea and I have other talents too. I can sew…"

"Sing… I heard there would have a theater in the peasant village. There are a lot of artists there…"

She turned to him widening her eyes, "No! I could never sing in public! I'd die of embarrassment!"

He laughed imagining her in such situation, blushing and nervous. He pulled her to him once again. She seemed more relaxed now and confident. She was like a jewelry to be sculpted. The most precious and valuable jewelry, "That's the drawing I have for us. Do you like it?"

"I loved it! you only make me good Chris… I'm sorry when I have these stupid doubts about you… I hate myself when I do that."

He smiled warmly lifting her chin up and planted a soft kiss on her lips, "Hate doesn't suit you my dear. You have to learn how to see the good things in you, but I know it takes time and I will always be there for you my love."

"You promise?" she enlaced her arms around his waist

"I promise!"

The young couple smiled once again before sealing their lips into a warming kiss full of love and tenderness. By that moment, the rain had started to get heavy again, which prolonged Angelique's staying in the house. Not that they would complain of that. they had so little time to spend together that that rain felt like a grace for them to increase their love and company.

Northwest Palace

"Look at this place! It's amazing! The Duke really has a really good taste and a great appreciation for you Katarina" Mrs. O'Gregon spoke mesmerized with the luxury of the manor, "Katarina?" she called her again after not having any response from her daughter

"Kat!" Elizabeth, the younger O'Gregon turned to the side to look at her sister who looked distant and indifferent to the location. Noticing the sister of the Duke and the others looking at them as if studying every single reaction and muscle of them, the blonde woman poked her sister discreetly

"My lovely daughter might be stunned with all the Duke has to offer to her, right my darling?" the woman scolded her with a cynic smile

"Yes, it is a beautiful place…" Katarina replied forcing a smile although her still gaze contrasted with her smile and voice tone

The women from the Duke's side exchanged gazes simultaneously as if sharing the same disbelief, although keeping the discretion and diplomatic composure.

The Duke's sister cleared her throat, "You must be tired from the long trip. Lady Bow will introduce you to your bedchambers. Please follow her."

Katarina's mother tried her best and not demonstrate her embarrassment due to her daughter's behavior. Most probably, she was doing that to tease her. She had that trait. Unfortunately, she knew her daughter too well to know her bad temper and whines. Although, she knew her even better in knowing Katarina's temperamental trait and capability to make a scandal when confronted, which could make things get worse and slip away the chance of her wedding the Duke and become a Duchess what would elevate their already high status in Bohma's society and reinforce their power staying only under the King's.

In the other hand, Katarina preferred to remain locked and alone in her destined bedchamber alleging she was tired and not feeling good from the long trip. In fact, she was indeed tired and not feeling well but not because of the trip itself. However, she only needed a time to deal with her mourning and longing for Christopher. His presence was so vivid that she even expected to see him again.

(**)

"I love you Christopher"

I said I loved him. There was no response. My words echoed to the bedchamber's walls and died there. He swallowed hard. He could not say the same. We were in different pages. I craved for his body. He gave it to me. But after having him, I wanted more. He could not give it to me. Not at that moment I thought. I understood. None of us expected those words to come out from my lips. His silence almost made me regret it. Me, the one who never regretted anything so far. Until that moment with him. That was the second thing that I regretted while being with him. Not having him as my first and those stupid words. Stupid love! Stupid me!

A few days passed. Katarina looked through the window of her new prison the landscape surrounding the area. Bored and restless, she couldn't continue playing her perfect role for that annoying group of family and needed to vent.

"Prepare a horse for me. I am going out for a walk… and alone!" she ordered her favorite and personal maiden and putting emphasis in the last part

The brunette woman climbed down the stairs when she met her future sister in law in the hallway. The woman didn't disguise looking at her from her to toe.

"Lady O'Gregon?"

"Yes ma'am."

"What are you doing?"

Katarina inhaled controlling her impatience with the woman, "I am going out for fresh air"

"Anywhere in particular?" the woman asked lifting her eyebrows

"No, I will just ride horse for a while, may I?" Katarina responded almost in a whining tone

"Absolutely, I will call the other ladies to join you"

"No! I do not need any guard with me"

"Of course you do need guards. Only prostitutes walk alone outside"

Katarina gasped on the verge to lose her temper with the other woman

"Lady O'Gregon, I don't know what my brother saw in you but I shall respect his decision to bring you in to this manor"

"Cecilia, what are you really trying to say? I am not following you!"

The woman gasped, "I don't need to pretend any sympathy with you in the absence of my brother. So I shall be clear."

"Yes, you shall, please!" Katarina replied with an annoyed tone

"I know what people have spoken about you"

"What have People spoken about me?"

"Your fame of being lascivious."

Katarina laughed in cynic way, "Lascivious?"

"Yes, but I don't deny you have beauty and some "talent"… Whores need to have some talent. The difference of an ordinary whore and you is the possessions your family have. Like I said, I don't know what my brother saw in you and knowing he is still a man and men do love whores despite their public denials, in the end they always look for them! My brother has been married once and his children are already living their own lives, so I'm sure you might entertain him with your talents and be his China whore"

Katarina inhaled deeply, her pupils burning in fury and her hands burned as she controlled her herself to not slap that outrageous woman

"So if you intend to bed any man, be careful and do not let me hear anything about it otherwise, as I'm in charge of watch you out, I might have to report to my brother your lascivious behavior behind his back. May I remind you that as the chosen one, and my brother, the Duke expects a respectful demeanor from you weather you like it or not!"

Katarina smiled in a cynic way, "At least I can see I have got some value to the so called Duke and nothing will happen. No one will hear anything besides untruths such as the ones you have heard out there about my persona. With that said, may I remind you that I still am not married to your beloved brother, so I will enjoy the remaining freedom I have left in my own way and alone! Now excuse me!" she passed by the other woman without waiting for her response and without destination, she only rode her horse until she arrived at a nearby town at the Lake Province.

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