It's incredible how much time everyone spends to prepare. It's like coronation is the next day. Actually, it's pretty ridiculous, father is the King of Belegost, and mother, Yseavyan, is the queen. She spent more of her time preparing you to be a queen than she did being a queen herself. But as she says, 'that is the queen's job'. Father was a healthy man, and his line was ensured by his sons, your two brothers. Sagnar was the oldest, and next in line to the throne. Begnar was closer in age to you, he spent his time looking about the kingdom and keeping the peace. They had what you wanted. A life. A purpose. Something to strive for. All you had was a mandatory marriage to unite the kingdoms of Belegost and Erebor. Yes, of course that was an important job… but it wasn't what you wanted.

It had been only a few days since the official date was set for you to meet and marry him. Now it was the day after tomorrow. You couldn't stop thinking about it. The man that you were to marry was a total stranger to you. The only thing you knew was that he was next in line to be king.

"Mother?" You chimed as she pulled at the strings of your corset, "What do you know about the man?"

"The man you're marrying?" She questioned, finishing the final knots on your back.

"Yes, Mother. Can you tell-"

"Eleabrylla! Fetch Y/N's gown!" Mother yelled, interrupting you.

You finished your sentence,"- me anything about him?"

"His name is Prince Thorin, son of Thrain, he is told to be very handsome and intelligent."

Then she stopped, as if that was all she was allowed to tell you about your betrothed. Mother was always one to try and keep things simple. She never let you know much about anything, because a princess didn't need to know such things. Nothing about war. Nothing about the famine in other cities. Nothing at all.

You sighed and Eleabrylla brought in your gown. It was in shades of red to match the colors of your father's crown. Mother and the maids tugged it onto you, it was heavy and very long.

"You look beautiful my darling." Mother placed her hand on your shoulders and smiled, "Your wedding gown is packed and ready for us to take. The only thing that is left to get ready is you. Are you ready to leave for Erebor?"

It was nearly a day's journey from Belegost to Erebor. Your mother and eldest brother were accompanying you on this trek and you still were terrified. Your heart could not have been beating faster, "Of course, Mother. I am excited to do my last duty as princess of Belegost."

Once the words finished falling from your mouth, everyone smiled at you. The maids had looks of adoration, and mother… she looked like what she had worked for finally paid off.

That's when Sagnar knocked lightly on the door, "Mother, the ponies are ready."

And with that sentence, this was the last you would see of Belegost for a very long time…

When your mother decided to awaken you the first thing you saw was the two giant sculptures of dwarves you had heard do much about. It was Erebor and it was more extravagant than anything anyone has tried to describe to you. The beauty of it was breath taking, but the sudden reminder that you would be living here for the rest of your life made it change. The sculpture now made you wish that you were back home at Belegost.

"Y/N," You mother called to you, "I hope you are prepared to meet your King and husband."

"I've been preparing my whole life, mother. I'm actually quite excited." You forced a smile past the butterflies raging in your chest and stomach.

"I'm very excited as well," she said as the men and maids stopped the horses just outside the gates to enter Erebor.

This was it.

You took in a deep breath and let your brother, Sagnar, helped you off your pony. When your feet hit the ground Sagnar's arms wrapped around you in a protective hug, causing you to sigh and lean into him.

"I love you very much, Y/N," he said looking you in the eye, "You will be a wonderful queen."

You couldn't say anything back to him. You didn't want to be a queen yet. You wanted to stay and grow just a little bit older with your brothers. So you smiled at him and nodded.

"Y/N!" Your mother shouted. She was standing before the gates and was waving her hand as if to say, 'come here now'.

You hurried to her side and just when you got into step with her the gates spread wide open, letting out a gust of air blowing your hair back. But that didn't even matter to you once you laid eyes on the inner part of the castle. You chuckled at yourself for thinking the outside what breath taking when the inside looked like this. The sculpted walk ways and stair, the dwarves hustling about. It was all great.

Then you saw the King. King Thrain was the father of your husband to be Thorin, and you were hit with a sudden jolt of reality. This was one of the men you needed to be grateful to.

As your mother, brother, and you approached his throne you became more and more anxious. He stood when the three of you stopped directly in front of him.

"Welcome Queen Yseavyan, Prince Sagnar, and Princess Y/N to my kingdom of Erebor." Thrain spoke loudly and regally, it was even a little intimidating.

"We are so glad to be here, King Thrain." Your mother nodded, "My only daughter, Princess Y/N, would love to meet her betrothed."

You stepped forward and curtseyed for the King. He extended his arm toward his right side, "My son, Prince Thorin."

The prince stepped forward and bowed. He looked straight at you, his eyes digging into your flesh, "Show her the kingdom, my son." Thrain said.

Thorin nodded and walked down to you, outstretching his arm for you to take. You took it and he pulled you gently in the direction he wanted to go first.

"It is lovely to finally meet you, Princess." Thorin's voice was low and rough it was just as attractive as his physical features. His long, dark beard and the small braids running through it was perfect. But this was still not changing the fact you didn't really want to marry him. Just because he was perfect on the outside didn't mean that he was perfect on the inside. You began to think of every possibility that could be in his personality. The goods, the bads, the very bads… It was the very bads that scared you. Mother's mother had been abused by her husband until the moment she had her first child.

"The pleasure is all mine, Prince Thorin." You said, looking down over the edge of the walk way.

Thorin began to speak, telling you about how great the halls you walked in were and how they had so much meaning. His voice lulled you into a wondering mind and it suddenly turned into your marriage. How would the time go by? Would you learn to love him? Children? What about the sex? The sex… You looked up at Thorin and he was still talking about the halls. Every time you looked at him you couldn't help but think of your life with him. You glanced down at his hands, strong and tough. His beard was not long but good. His eyes… oh his eyes were perfect.

"And the last part of your tour," He led you into a room as he announced, "This is my chambers."

You must have been giving him quite a look since he raised an eyebrow asking you, "What, princess, is bothering you? You seem troubled."

"I'm sorry, Prince Thorin, nothing is bothering me I just… I seem to have my mind elsewhere." You said, running your fingers through the ends of your hair.

He nodded, sauntering over to the large bed to sit down, "You may sit if you like."

You smiled at him and quickly walked to the bed, sitting lightly on the edge. Thorin was looking off towards other side of his room, his eyes bouncing from place to place but never to you.

It was silent for a long time.

Thorin broke the silence with a question. He turned to you and asked, "Because I am to become your husband, and it is now law, do you think of how we will spend our life together?"

You didn't even have to think about it, the answer was simple. Yes. That was all you could think about for the past four years.

"Do you?" You replied.

He looked down, "More than one should I suppose."

"What do you mean?"

"I would think of what you look like. Your reputation does not do you justice, princess. You are much more beautiful in person." He said, looking up at you.

You blushed, "I often thought of children. We are supposed to have children to keep your Durin line strong."

"I have thought of that as well, not exactly children but…" He looked at you, "Sex, my princess."

"I have thought of it as well, prince." You watched as he slid off the bed and walked closer to you, sitting on the bed where his leg was touching yours.

"What about this," Thorin said, leaning in and lightly pressing his lips to yours, "Was that alright with you?"

"Yes, my prince." You answered timidly.

"Princess Y/N," Thorin spoke softly, "You have no need to be afraid of me. We are to be wed. I want you to be open with me."

"And I want to be, Prince Thorin, I do wish to kiss you again." You leaned in and kissed him a little harder and longer.

His arms wrapped around you and pulled so you were pressed against him. He felt needy. His body moved as if he needed to take you now.

Your hand fell from his shoulder and landed on his thigh. He groaned as you pulled your hand back to your thigh, grazing the bulge growing in his pants. The thought of his growing erection being from you made your heart beat faster and your panties begin to get wet.

You moaned as your mind raced back to Thorin's erection. You were causing it; you alone were making him fall apart. He took his mouth off yours and stood up, pulling you up as well.

Thorin stripped off all the outer coats he was wearing and his boots. You did the same, leaving you in your heavy dress and him in his shirt and pants.

You turned around, "Help me, my prince."

Thorin untied your dress gently and helped you slide it down. Thorin's hands were warm and he unclasped the under-dress you wore as well. He finished undressing you gently. You flushed red as he kissed your neck from behind and pulled you, "Get on the bed."

You did as you were told, crawling naked on the bed and laying on your back. Thorin finished undressing and crawled to get on top of you. His beard tickled your neck as he kissed it, licking and biting marks on you. Your hands traveled along his chest, the hair was thick and you loved it.

He lifted your legs up so your ankles were near his ears and resting on his shoulders. Thorin had you how he wanted then wasted no time in pressing the tip of his cock to your opening. He gently pushed in. You gasped in pain as he slowly filled you to the hilt. His lips were kissing all over your face and neck for comfort. Thorin's cock was very thick, you felt like you couldn't get any fuller.

Once you kissed his lips he began to move, slow and deep. His hips made a circular motion trying to find the perfect spot to make you come apart. You groaned into his mouth when he found it. He smiled against your lips and moved faster, deeper.

You could've screamed at the pleasure he was giving you. His thickness mixed with the rubbing of his pelvic bone on your clit, you were overwhelmed.

"Mahal, my princess," Thorin moaned, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Faster, please, prince Thorin." You breathed in between kisses.

Thorin moved quickly, hitting you perfectly every time. He drew moans from you, curses from you, maybe even a thank you, but you grew louder with each word. His moans echoed yours, deep growling and breathy words.

He was so close; you could feel his cock twitching inside you. Thorin jammed into you hard and fast. Getting as much friction as he could before it was over. He whispered your name.

Then Thorin came inside you, pressed deep into you. You could feel it filling you as he kept fucking into you. You shouted when he began to rub your clit. The feeling of his cum inside you, your clit, and the sweet nothings that were being poured in your ear; you came hard with Thorin's name falling from your lips

You squeezed around his dick, making him moan loudly into your mouth. Your pelvis convulsed and your clit throbbed. You finished and Thorin was still inside you, kissing you hard and slightly moving his hips.

When he finally pulled out of you, you didn't want him gone. You groaned at the loss and looked over at him. He looked at you and lay down next to you, cock now gone flaccid.

"My prince?" You asked.

"Yes, my love."

"I can't wait to marry you." You blushed.

He turned his head to the ceiling and smiled, "I couldn't agree more."