"What do I do?" asked Gangrel as he put his face in his palms and sighed in depression.
He had just finished explaining all the details to Robin in Robin's personal quasi-study, quasi-office. Gangrel didn't even let the oddity of Tharja coming in with a cup of hot chocolate for Robin and affectionately kissing Robin on his forehead bother him. Tharja had since returned to her personal spellcraft room in their mansion to try out a variety of newly created spells on test animals.
Gangrel had learned, much to his horror, that Robin had forbid Tharja from testing spells on their daughters, Morgan and Noire, and had successfully persuaded Tharja after a good round of angry sex. Gangrel made sure to stop Robin short of describing the more kinky activities that the married couple was fond of after clarifying what he meant by problems arising with Emmeryn in the royal bedroom.
"Hmm…" Robin moved back to relax on his recliner. He pondered the sensitive information. He sat straight and focused directly upon Gangrel's eyes. "Have you… fallen for her?"
"I…" began Gangrel, unsure of how to respond. "I… guess… in a manner of speaking… that I… uh… care for her wellbeing."
Gangrel felt a tad squirmish at Robin's piercing gaze. Not much ever got past the man, Gangrel was thankful that Ylisse never got a hold of Robin to take advantage of his amnesia to exploit him. They would likely feign innocence to the misdeeds too since Ylisse lacked any consistent morals unless it helped their rich clergy and noble class.
"Honestly, Milord, there isn't much I can say about this…" said Robin sighing. "I can't really advise you in romantic matters. You don't desire to use this knowledge to your advantage to take more concessions from Ylisse since Emmeryn is spoiled goods…"
"I think it best to simply make her happy and sticking steadfastly to the treaty should help achieve that. We will have to neutralize Grima and my father's fanatic designs somehow. I've already begun a personalized political campaign that focuses on personal choice and self-empowerment instead of this ridiculous devotion to God. Having religion control anything beyond poor people and war propaganda could prove detrimental."
Gangrel nodded his assent. Robin being able to deal with the crazed Grimleal insanity of the end of the world and going to heaven in a rapture to become one with the God Grima was fine by Gangrel. He had enough on his plate after Emmeryn's revelation and his subsequent yearning for her. He was thankful for Robin's hardwork in working to make a society that valued free choice and pragmatism. This would create a society that favored education over religion.
Gangrel sighed and gave his thanks before he rose to leave. He understood what Robin meant. He would have to mend this damage with Emmeryn on his own. Slowly, he walked back to the royal bedchambers.
He would not allow indecisiveness to ruin any chances to make it up to her.
The next day, Gangrel braced himself and returned to his royal bedchambers. He had paced back and forth outside because he was so deep in his thoughts. He pondered how the conversation would go and what the right thing to say would be.
Gangrel stepped through the door of his bedroom before closing and locking the door. He hoped to keep this event between Emmeryn and himself private; despite knowing rumors would always abound in royal affairs.
"Emmeryn," began Gangrel hesitantly.
Emmeryn looked over from where she sat on the bed. She was still completely nude and didn't seem to be bothered by Gangrel seeing her in such a vulnerable state. The puffiness of her eyes indicated that she had cried herself to sleep last night. Gangrel grimaced as he noticed the maids weren't able to do much for the bruises that he had left on her face.
A mixture of guilt and shame made Gangrel feel restless. He moved over to the bed rapidly and began to open his mouth to start speaking the desperate apologies that seemed to have engraved themselves in his mind and heart. He desperately wished for a second chance to truly be with her and not just as a political concubine to be used as leverage.
However, before he could let loose his feelings, Emmeryn swiftly brought her left hand forward. Instead of a slap, as Gangrel had reasonably anticipated, Emmeryn put her index finger over Gangrel's lips. Emmeryn shook her head.
"Don't worry," said Emmeryn calmly, "You don't have to say anything…"
Gangrel stared in confusion as Emmeryn abruptly began kissing him. He felt himself being pushed onto the royal bed. Before he could process her actions, Emmeryn had already removed his upper garments and cast them aside. She swiftly worked on unbuckling his belt. Gangrel sucked in a breath in shock as he suddenly felt the cool air on his nether-regions. Emmeryn had already discarded his pants and underpants.
Gangrel was about to tell her to stop but froze at the sudden pleasure sensations that he was feeling. Emmeryn's warm mouth had engorged his penis and her tongue was already playing with his balls. Emmeryn began bobbing her head to give Gangrel a better fellatio.
Gangrel gave out an animalistic moan as he instinctively put his hands on top of Emmeryn's head. Emmeryn, accepting this as encouragement, increased the pace of her ministrations to please her master. Gangrel looked down to see Emmeryn bobbing her head as if she was sucking a lollipop. He began moving his pelvis with the pace of her fellatio until finally he came inside of her mouth. Emmeryn didn't stop her fellatio until after drinking all of the contents and using her tongue to keep Gangrel's penis region clean.
Gangrel's privates had hardened again as a result of Emmeryn's continued ministrations. Emmeryn moved to face Gangrel laying on the bed. Gangrel tried getting up only for Emmeryn to begin hugging him. Gangrel's head was suddenly in between Emmeryn's bosoms as she impaled her clit into his shaft. Once his penis was fully submerged, Emmeryn wrapped her legs around his waist.
"I'm sorry about last night," spoke Emmeryn suddenly, "Take me master!"
Unable to think straight, Gangrel began pumping into her. He was slow at first so as not to hurt her despite being inside her fully. He began sucking her left tit before quickening his pace. Emmeryn made erotic moaning sounds that encouraged Gangrel to quicken his pace even further. Soon, Gangrel changed to the right titty. Emmeryn's moans began to crescendo as Gangrel took both her breasts in his hands and moved them together to suckle both at the same time.
Emmeryn let out a howl of pleasure as she and Gangrel came at the same time. Gangrel removed his mouth from her breasts and let out his own roar. Finally, Gangrel fell backwards with Emmeryn's legs still wrapped around him. He moved his body so her head lay squarely on his chest.
"Master, I'm so sorry for displeasing you yesterday," said Emmeryn tiredly, she looked up to stare at him. She gave him a disarming smile. Gangrel knew that she felt desperate to protect her family and homeland. "I shall strive to be more obedient from now on and take any punishment that you deem necessary."
"Emmeryn, no!" bellowed Gangrel desperately, Emmeryn recoiled at what she believed to be anger. "I… I wanted to apologize for yesterday! I… I want to make things right between us…"
Emmeryn stared at him uncertainly. She calculated in her head whether this was a trick or not. A sudden turnaround in demeanor just seemed too much like a bold-faced trap. Her eyes seemed to dim as the logical part of her mind took over and calculated what to say.
"Sincerely…" said Gangrel sullenly, "I… how can I make it up to you?"
"Nothing at all, my master," said Emmeryn quickly, "Please, I would never be so presumptuous as to demand anything from my Lord-Husband."
"Emmeryn, please," begged Gangrel, his eyes staring directly onto hers. "Please, tell me. Ask for anything, just name it. Tell me what you want me to do. I want to make this up to you."
Emmeryn closed her eyes. A flood of emotions wafted through her. Anger, pain, revulsion, hate, and rage made her feel as if she was suffocating in her body. She just wanted to play the role that the Goddess Naga had decided for her; she didn't wish to seek the illusive dream of independence and she certainly would never trust Gangrel after yesterday.
"Prove it…" said Emmeryn's voice shakily as tears of anguish flowed down her cheeks. She gazed upon him while desperate trying to keep her face neutral. "Prove it to me with your actions… and I'll consider… I'll consider it. But if… if you're serious, then please stop talking about it. I don't want to hold out hope or be reminded of what… transpired… last night."
Gangrel forced himself to nod. He had hoped to give more, much more, than what she was asking. But if this is what it took, then this was what he would do. Slowly, he nudged her head back down to rest on his chest. She had his heart and she didn't even know it.
Their bodies lay entwined physically as they slept together. Entwined to the hip in more ways than one.
Two years later after the Ferox tournament
"Sister!" hollered Chrom as he saw Emmeryn waiting beside Gangrel at Plegia's Gates. "Er – Queen Emmeryn, how fare yo-"
"There is no need for pleasantries, Brother," laughed Emmeryn jovially, "We're among family."
Robin stood beside Chrom smirking as Chrom stepped up to see the baby in Emmeryn's arms.
"Allow me to introduce to you the newest addition to the Plegian royal family," said Emmeryn as Gangrel smiled happily. He removed his right arm from encircling Emmeryn by the waist. "Chrom, this is my son, Iason."
Fin