Warning: LIMES! Delicious sour limes. Probably should've put a warning for that chapter with the dream buuuuuut it'll be alright. P: This is purely so you can know where all the citrusy bits are. Okay, enjoy the story - Synucian
"Laura?" Carmilla asked with a shake in her voice. She looked up to see tears already falling down Laura's cheeks. "What happened to the babies?"
"Babies?" Laura asked with a confused look on her face, tears were still falling from her eyes. Carmilla started to back away from Laura, shaking her head. Laura reached out to Carmilla but she was too far away for her to reach. "My hearing… when you first told me about being pregnant I listened to your stomach. I heard three heartbeats, yours and two others." Laura thought about what Carmilla said and began sobbing, placing her hands on her stomach. Carmilla reached out with a shaky hand to comfort Laura, but she quickly pulled it away. She didn't know what to do. For a moment, she stood there as Laura cried. Finally, she forced herself to step towards Laura and hugged her, pulling her close. She buried her nose in the princess' light hair, sobbing with her.
Together they wept for the loss of the babies that Laura would never get to mother.
Later that afternoon Carmilla stood in front of the mirror, taking in her appearance. She had her black armor back on, and her sword at her hip. The only thing that was missing was her cloak. Laura came up behind her and clipped it onto her shoulders. Carmilla brought in a shaky breath, then looked into Laura's eyes through the mirror. "Thank you." Laura smiled and reached up, kissing Carmilla on the cheek, "Stop thanking me, like I said before, we're going to get through this." The knight nodded in understanding. She turned to the princess to see her in a long, dark purple dress. The skirt seemed to travel on forever behind her it was so long. Even the sheer, purple sleeves. The dress had a corset as usual that laced up in the back with silky white ribbons. The dress was breathtaking. "Tu es belle*," Carmilla cooed to her. Laura looked confused though. "You know French?"
"I'm a vampire, Princess. Immortality can get boring." Laura nodded.
Perry walked into the room and Carmilla went stiff. Laura whispered in Carmilla's ear, "She came in after you were dragged out. She thinks what the rest of the kingdom thinks." Carmilla visibly relaxed and smiled at Perry. "Charles!" Perry exclaimed with a smile as she walked over to Carmilla and began to examine her. "How is your wound?" Carmilla furrowed her brows for a moment and looked over to Laura. The princess spoke up, "I cleaned it up earlier for him, it's still pretty bad." Carmilla was confused but went along with the notion anyways, I'll have to ask her about that later, she thought.
Perry seemed satisfied with the answer and turned to Laura, "We're ready to start the rehearsal whenever you are Princess."
She followed Perry into the throne room to see the Archbishop standing by the throne. Another man was standing beside him with a beautiful jeweled crown in his hand. Carmilla would be standing to the left of her throne on the day of the coronation. Tomorrow, when it was time for her coronation, this room would be filled with people. They'd all be watching her be crowned Queen of Silas. The thought made her heart race. What if she tripped and fell on her face in front of everyone? The kingdom would laugh at her, and the story of Queen Laura of Silas making a fool of herself would be told for generations. Her breathing picked up and she began to see purple in her vision. "And over here we'll have- Princess?" Perry said with concern in her tone.
Carmilla was a few steps behind, lost in her own thoughts about the last time she was in the room when she heard the worry in Perry's voice. She picked up her pace and was right behind Laura when the girl tripped a bit, sending her off balance. Carmilla placed her hands on Laura's sides to help steady her. Laura rested her hands on top of Carmilla's and breathed in deeply. "Sorry, this is just a lot to take in. I'll be okay." She said with a tight smile. Perry knew better though, and was a bit surprised to see how comfortable Laura seemed to be with her guard.
Carmilla saw the curious look on Perry's face and immediately removed her hands from Laura's waist, and looked anywhere but at Perry. Laura gave a nod to everyone, confirming she was alright. She then continued her walk down the long, crimson carpet. Perry walked beside Carmilla and leaned in, whispering, "You seem very close with the Princess."
"We've been through a lot together," Carmilla replied, still keeping her gaze away from Perry. "We've all been through a lot together, Charles. I think there's a bit of something else going on." Carmilla stopped. "Are you implying that I'm involved with the Princess?" Perry scoffed. "Nonsense. I'm implying that I see the way you two look at each other. I've known the Princess for some time now, and I know she's never been like that around a man."
That's because I'm not a man, she thought. "She likes you, Charles, and I think you may feel the same way."
"Nothing like that is going on between us. I'm just her guard, and it's my job to protect her with my life." They began walking behind Laura again. "Well, then for her sake, I hope you come around. You know, I'd hate to see Laura heartbroken." Perry's last sentence came out almost like a threat.
"It would be highly unprofessional if I were to court the Princess. She needs to marry a nobleman or someone of royalty. I am just a knight." Perry rolled her eyes. "It isn't like she hasn't married a knight already, Charles."
"And that was when King Hollis was ruler. I'm hoping she'll make better choices than him."
A part of Carmilla wanted Laura to marry someone else. She didn't feel deserving of the Princess' companionship. She had murdered the last of her family and caused her so much pain and grief. Laura deserved someone better.
Another part of her wanted to be selfish. She wanted Laura to be hers and only hers. She didn't want to see her with another person. She knew that if she had to watch her grow old with another person, it would break her apart.
Carmilla looked over to Laura, who was in conversation with the Archbishop, and stood still as she watched her. Perry sighed and laid a hand on Carmilla's shoulder. "I think you're selling yourself short here, Charles. I'm not one to meddle in the affairs of the soon-to-be Queen, but you are a fine gentlemen." With that Perry began to walk over to the princess, already firing off questions to the surrounding people making sure everything was ready for tomorrow.
After a few minutes of watching Laura, Carmilla was about to make her way over to her when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see a man who was quite a bit taller than herself and clad in silver armor. "Yes?" She asked. "I'm here to receive orders from the Princess?" He replied in a questioning tone. Carmilla rose an eyebrow and looked behind her at Laura, who was still chatting with the Archbishop. She turned back around and faced the man in question. "Stay here," She order in a deep commanding voice. The man nodded as Carmilla turned around and made her way over to Laura. She went up behind her and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "There's a young man here to see you. He said you sent for him to give him orders?" The last part came out as more of a question. Laura turned her head and peered down the red carpet that led up to the throne and smiled at the sight of him.
She lifted her dress a bit and walked down the few stairs, beginning to make her way towards him. Carmilla stayed right behind Laura, wary of the fact this man had a sword on his belt, much like herself. "Hello, you must be the new guard I sent for?" He nodded as they got closer. "Yes, your highness," He said once they were in front of him, standing up straighter than he had when he spoke to Carmilla. Carmilla furrowed her brow and straightened her back, suddenly become very aware of her posture. Laura kept the smile on her face as she spoke, "What is your name Sir?" He blushed a bit and shook his head, "I'm not a Sir yet m'lady, I still have training to go through. My name is Wilson Kirsch."
Carmilla narrowed her eyes at this 'Kirsch' guy.
Who does he think he is, calling her that? She thought, feeling a slight pang of jealousy. Laura smiled at Kirsh and nodded, "That's right! I momentarily forgot," She said and then gestured to Carmilla, "This is Charles. He will be training you for the Queen's guard." Carmilla's eyes widened and she looked at Laura, "What do you mean 'training' him?" Kirsh's eyes got wide at the way Carmilla addressed Laura, though it seemed the princess paid it no mind. "He needs to be trained. When I am crowned Queen, I will need a new head for the Queen's guard seeing as William is . . . dead." She hung her head for dramatic effect, but Carmilla still found herself trying to swallow the lump that formed in her throat.
Kirsh looked at Carmilla and gave her a smile, "It will be a pleasure working with you, I'm sure Sir." Carmilla didn't like the idea of essentially babysitting the new guy, but it seemed she had no choice. It was the soon-to-be Queen's orders and all. "Tomorrow morning at sun up, meet me in the field. Do not be late." Kirsh nodded then bowed before Laura before turning and walking out of the thrown room, probably heading for the quarters meant for the Knights of the castle. All but Carmilla, of course.
Laura, too, began to leave the throne room, looking over her shoulder to beckon Carmilla towards her. "Come Charles." She said, and Carmilla found herself following after her without hesitation.
Laura walked into her room, dragging the long dress skirt behind her. "Would you like me to stand outside the room while you change?" Carmilla asked. She was asking more for her own sake rather than Laura's. She didn't want to deal with another "incident" like the last time when she accidentally saw Laura. "No, I actually need you to help me," Laura replied. "Help me untie the corset." Carmilla gulped. Oh, fuck me. Just what I was trying to avoid. She didn't protest though and walked over to her. Her fingers began to work at the small white ribbons, unlacing them to allow the corset to loosen and open up. After she finished untying the back of the dress, it easily slipped off of Laura's body and pooled around her feet.
Now Laura was standing before her in nothing but her undergarments. Carmilla resisted the urge to run her fingers over Laura's soft skin. She took a step back, giving the princess more space. "Thank you, Carmilla," She spoke as she bent down to collect the extremely long dress. Immediately, Carmilla's eyes gravitated down to Laura's ass. Her perfect-
Control yourself Carmilla! She commanded to herself and quickly looked elsewhere. Laura folded the dress and sat it in her wardrobe. "I'm a little nervous about tomorrow . . Can't believe I'm going to be queen." She slipped off her brassiere, not even attempting to hide her breasts from Carmilla. The bold behavior was making it difficult for Carmilla to think. "Do you think I'm ready, Carmilla?" She asked. Carmilla pushed past her and looked through her wardrobe.
She pulled out the little white chemise Laura normally slept in and held it out to her, keeping her eyes trained to the inside of the wardrobe. "Put something on, please." Laura giggled and said, "What? You've seen me naked before."
"Yes, but… you should just get dressed."
"What if I want to sleep naked?"
"What if Perry sees you?" She felt Laura snatch the article of clothing out of her hands, causing her to sigh with relief. After a few moments, Laura chirped, "I put it on." Carmilla turned around to see something she was not expecting: a completely naked Laura standing before her. She stood there with her hands on her hips, smirking.
Fuck me. Carmilla thought. Her eyes scanned over her body, taking in every detail. The size of her breasts, the curve of her waist, and even the small tuft of pubic hair that was between her legs.
"See? That wasn't so hard-" In the blink of an eye, Carmilla was in front of Laura, barely an inch away from her. "Carmilla?" Laura immediately went from seductive to intimidated. Carmilla cupped her gloved hands around Laura's face and crushed her lips onto hers. The kiss was different from all their previous ones, it was full of lust and hunger. It sent a shiver down her spine, almost overwhelming her. Laura could feel a wetness between her legs. Carmilla moved her hands from Laura's cheeks to her back, forcing her body against hers. The cold plates of the knight's armor made her shiver, but in a way, it felt good against her bare skin. "Damn armor," Carmilla growled under her breath as she began to work at her armor. Laura assisted her, pulling off each section and letting it fall to the floor with a clammer. Now she was just in her linen under-shirt and under-pants. Before Laura could continue their kissing, Carmilla shoved her against the nearest wall, causing her to gasp. "Ca-Carmilla." She lifted Laura up, letting her wrap her legs around Carmilla's waist. Laura could feel Carmilla's erection pressed up against her center. The thought of feeling Carmilla inside of her caused more shivers to run down her spine. Laura went to kiss Carmilla again, but before she could, Carmilla had dipped her head down and latched her lips around one of her hard nipples. She began sucking and flicking at the soft pink bud with her tongue. Laura arched her back, urging her on. A small moan escaped from her lips. Everything was happening so fast, and it all became too overwhelming for Laura. "Wa-wait," She managed to say in the midst of their passionate encounter. Carmilla pulled away, causing a loud smacking sound. "What is it, Princess?" She asked in a husky tone. Laura's face burned like it was on fire, and she tried to ignore how Carmilla's voice just then added to it. "I-I can't," She mumbled as she tore her eyes away from Carmilla's. She thought that the knight might complain or be disappointed, but she was surprised when a kiss was placed on her cheek. "Then we don't have to." Carmilla said, lowering Laura onto the ground and handing her the chemise that had made its way to the floor. Laura slowly nodded and took the chemise. "Thank you."
Laura slipped the piece of clothing on, then looked up at Carmilla. "What, uh, are you going to do about your not-so-little problem?" She said nodding towards the tent in Carmilla's trousers, prompting Carmilla to look down at it. She blew out a breath and looked up towards the ceiling, trying to calm herself down. "It'll go away in a few minutes, don't worry." Laura gave her a small nod, before climbing into her bed. Instinctively Carmilla went to go sit on her chair, but when she turned towards where it should be, she saw that it wasn't there. "Cupcake, where's my chair?" Laura looked up from the book that she had grabbed from her nightstand, and her eyes grew wide. "Oh, that's right. I had it taken out of here. While you were in the dungeon." Carmilla nodded, understanding what Laura was saying in between the lines.
"Looks like you'll just have to sleep up here with me," The princess said patting the bed. The knight made her way over to the bed, then laid on top of the covers.
Laura sighed and spoke softly, "Under the covers Carmilla." Carmilla seemed a bit uncomfortable with the idea, but she got under the covers anyways. Laura smiled and placed her book down on her side table and blew out the candle that was lit there, leaving the room only illuminated by the moonlight through the windows. She then turned to Carmilla and laid her head on her shoulder, resting her hand on the knight's chest. Carmilla's dead heart seemed to come alive and started to pound, and Laura smiled when she heard it. "Thank you for not being angry earlier." Carmilla furrowed her brow and looked down at the top of Laura's head. She brought her hand up and started running her fingers through her hair.
"I would never make you do something you don't want to do, cupcake." Laura's breathing was starting to even out with each stroke of Carmilla's hand to her hair. "Well . . thanks Carmilla," She murmured sleepily. Soon, she had fallen asleep next to Carmilla. She was starting to get used to nights like this. Carmilla didn't know what she'd do if they had to stop. She shook her head. Don't think about that right now, She told herself. She leaned down and kissed the top of the tiny human's head.
"Goodnight Laura."
A/n:
*- Tu es belle means you are beautiful in French c:
Synucian: We're going to start incorporating different languages since you know. That's a thing Carmilla can do. I am responsible for any mistakes in the different language bits so… it's all on me if something happens. xD I will TRY my best to double check everything with as many different sources as possible. Don't worry. I will not be using google translator. ^^
But if you find errors, you can message us, and I will fix it. Be nice about it. I'm only a stupid American. ;3; (We love Americans! -CarmillaIsLifee)
CarmillaIsLifee: Since our major plot line is here, there is a lot more to write, and a lot of discussion between the three of us. We all like to make sure we like the ideas, and how to execute them. The stresses of that coupled with real life will make the updates come out a bit slower then we have been posting. You can expect a least 3-4 chapters a week, but not on set days. We do not want to fail at this, like so many fanfics do. Your amazing support has meant the world to us guys, thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Thank you for taking this journey with us!