The room was filled with dead silence while the group ate. Evangeline and Dean had arrived just a minute before Michael she cursed herself for not being even later. Charlie didn't stop looking at her new sister-in-law, as well as Samuel and his wife, Jessica. Sat by their side, John and Mary were eating with smiles. Amara and her father were in front of them and Michael was at the end of the table.

"So," Samuel cleared his throat. "I see you're feeling better, Evangeline."

The brunette tensed instantly and Michael burst into laughter.

"You are not as frigid as I thought you would be, sister," he affirmed, cleaning his face with a napkin.

His grandfather and mother exchanged heavy looks and Amara looked at the princess.

"We are happy you're feeling better," she assured her. "Dean, how long do you plan to stay in the Capital?"

Dean relaxed clearly at the question.

"Actually," he held his wife's hand under the table. "We intend to leave the day after tomorrow."

Her stepmother's eyes widened instantly.

Amara wasn't a bad woman. She had some affection towards Evangeline, something she showed sometimes, but it was a complicated relationship between the two of them. She didn't like the memory of the princess' mother, but the girl herself was never much of a harm. Of course, there was always the threat that she would take the throne away from Michael but Evangeline never manifested any intentions of doing so. Until Hannah was born, she the daughter she'd always wanted as a young girl playing with dolls.

"So soon? You just got married," she exclaimed. "Won't you be here for Michael's wedding?"

He didn't even flinch but only smiled at his brother-in-law and his sister.

"We will be back in time. I want Evangeline to feel comfortable in the Reach. It is her home now and she deserves to meet it as soon as possible."

"I'm sure you will love the castle," Charlie affirmed with a gentle smile. "It is beautiful, the gardens are huge and the people… You're gonna love all of it."

Evangeline smiled at her, feeling calmer.

"There's a waterfall close to the Rose's Road in the way home," Samuel brought up with a boyish smile and his wife instantly blushed. "Brother, make sure to bring her there. Jessica loved it."

"Of course, brother," Dean said dismissively.

The rest of the meal was long and silent and Evangeline could feel each time someone looked at her. Her stepmother was furious, her brother was intrigued, and each member of Dean's family seemed amused by something, probably the rumours of their fake-first night.

Back to their room, Evangeline couldn't stop watching her husband read the book in his hands while sitting on the bed, walking to him and pulling it away from him.

"Is there something wrong?" he questioned with a frown.

Gathering up courage, the blue-eyed girl leant down and kissed him. It started slow, testing, but quickly became more passionate, making her husband pull her down to the bed and lay down on top of her.

"Dean..." she muttered and he pulled away.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…"

"No," Evangeline licked her lips. "Please, touch me. I want to… I want to be yours."

He stared at his wife in surprise for a moment but his face quickly changed to lust as his lips moved to hers quickly.

When he noticed how she was trembling, though, he stopped.

"Come here," he sat down and helped her do the same. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Every time they even touched, it was like something lightened up inside her and she couldn't seem to calm it down alone. She could be a maiden but knew what that was and how she would only find relief with his help. The princess didn't just want him: she desired him. She needed him.

Not saying a single word, Evangeline stood up, opening her dress and letting it fall to the floor before undoing her underskirt. It was one of the dresses he had brought from the Reach to her. She was wearing nothing more underneath.

"Please, my lord."

He licked his lips.

"Come here, sweetheart," he moved back, sitting close to the headboard and spreading his legs.

The young woman moved awkwardly, going to his side, but he stopped her.

"Here," he used his arms to pull her and she sat down on his lap. "Now, where were we?"

He moved his hand to his wife's face and pulled her back, kissing her once again and taking his hands to her back in order to get their bodies even closer.

It only took Evangeline a few more moments of kissing to feel something hard right under her, pressed against her woman's parts. Between her legs, she could feel something wet, which made she frown and pull away.

"What's wrong?" Dean muttered.

"I'm…" she muttered. "There's something wrong."

He frowned at Evangeline, taking his hands from her back.

"What's it, Eve?"

Eve. He liked calling her Eve.

Her folds were wet, just as it happened when her monthly blood reached her.

"I'm…" she felt her cheeks reddening and tears trickled from her blue eyes. "I'm so sorry, my lord. I didn't mean…"

Evangeline pulled away quickly, ashamed, but stopped when there was no blood where she was sat, just a small watery puddle.

Dean just stared at her, waiting for an answer.

"I thought… I thought it was my blood," the girl muttered and he tilted his head. "There is… There is something wet.."

Her husband's eyes changed instantly and he smiled.

"Come back here, Eve," he helped her back to his lap and moved his hand to her stomach caressing the woman's skin for a moment before moving it to her womanhood, making his wife jump. "Damn… You're very wet."

She frowned, biting her lip when something good flowed in her.

"I don't understand."

"It means you're aroused," he ran his fingers on her folds and Evangeline closed her eyes, letting out a long sigh.

She had never felt that before.

"Gods," she hissed.

Dean smiled openly and his wife raised her hips to give him more space, feeling as his fingers moved to her entrance. He teased his wife slowly and with a naughty, boyish look.

"Lay down, Evangeline," he whispered and she complied.

Standing up, Dean quickly undressed. He was beautiful, with broad shoulders and a bit of a soft stomach, with strong arms. Now she understood how he could handle her so easily. When he dropped his pants, Evangeline moved her eyes away, and he chuckled, finding his place above her.

Dean groped his wife's breasts for a moment and she moaned softly for a moment.

"Are you ready?" he whispered, positioning himself against her.

The princess' nodded softly and he moved his hand to hold her.

"Tell me if it hurts too much," her husband whispered.

Evangeline held her breath and closed her eyes as she felt him breaking her maidenhead. He entered her slowly and very gently, looking into her blue eyes the whole time.

"Dammit," he swore. "You are so small. I don't want to hurt you."

Evangeline still had had eyes closed. She could feel how her wetness made it easier for him to move but it still hurt.

"It burns," the woman whispered.

"I'm gonna…" he pulled away and she moaned instantly with how amazing that felt. "Oh, fuck."

"Don't go, please," she whimpered.

He smiled and moved his lips to her neck, kissing and using his hand to caress her soft skin. Every movement of his hips sent Evangeline to a very pleasurable state, making every inch of her itchy and hot.

"Dean," the princess sighed, taking her hands to his hair and tangling her fingers between his long locks, squirming when he licked the lobe of her ear.

"Does it feel good?" he whispered.

Evangeline nodded, moaning softly and closing her eyes again.

She stood there for a long time, each of his moments bringing more and more pleasure to her, and Dean licked his lips.

"Come here," he pulled his wife, managing to sit down on his lap once again. "My beautiful, beautiful, princess," he whispered, holding her hips and helping her move up and down.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding his wife closely and kissing her.

"Dean!" she let out when his hipbone brushed against the little pearl between her legs. "Oh, God!."

Words because useless after some time, and grunts, moans and whispers filled up their chambers.

"Dean," Evangeline gasped, feeling something building inside her. "Dean, I'm feeling…"

"It's okay, love," he moved his hand to her butt, squeezing it. "You can let go. Let go for me, let me feel you."

Evangeline panted, holding him close and letting her head fell back, spasms crossing her body while a loud shameful moan left her lips along with his name, the pleasure sending her to the clouds and back.

"There you go, there you go," he groaned.

Evangeline's body fell back on his, and Dean continued to help her hips moving against his, and let out a groan when he spilt his seed inside her, finally stopping and just holding Evangeline as the two of them breathed heavily against one another.

"Are okay?" he questioned and the princess moved back to look at his face. "How are you feeling?"

"Wonderful," she blushed in embarrassment.

He smiled, caressing her face.

"That's good," he whispered.

"Can we do that again later?" Evangeline muttered.

"Of course. As many times as you want."