Chapter 2
Eighteen
He was getting agitated; she was the 4th woman he met this week and still he cannot will himself to go to bed with her. His stewards asked him if he wanted another woman this time, but he dismissed them, wanting to go out for a walk.
It was nighttime but Sasuke preferred the quietness of the palace during this time. It was dark, only the moon illuminating the walls. He thinks back on how he feels like a failure as a man. He feels ashamed, he thinks that maybe there is something wrong with him. Maybe he would visit the palace doctor to know why he can't finish with a woman without him having to forcefully use his hands at the end,
He will be wed soon, and he cannot face his wife with such disrespect. That is why his stewards decided to bed him with someone for "practice" as they liked to call it.
He was opposed to the idea but was forced as he had noticed that he was not as attracted to anyone other than…
He rid of that thought, he needed to focus and clear his head. They were getting desperate; they have brought a handful of women now and he is getting agitated at himself. He walks back to his chambers but hears someone whispering.
"Do you think he has a problem?"
"It is likely, this has been going for a while now."
"I feel pity for his future bride. How do you think the King would react if he knew that his son is like this?"
"If I am the king and my son cannot give me an heir then I would think he is useless, thank heavens Prince Itachi is not like his brother."
The two women giggled at that, walking to the opposite direction.
Sasuke feels angry. He feels angry at himself. He does not want to bring shame to their family. He stormed back to his room but was stopped when he knocked someone over.
Sakura stumbled on the floor; the laundry she was carrying scattered. She looks up to see onyx eyes staring deep at her. She sees how tired her prince looks, she only wants to erase to bags under his eyes and take all his stresses away, but she feels like this prince is different from the young boy that she silently called hers.
She can feel anger and tension coming from him. Before she could react, he held her up by the arm. Taken aback, she was about to apologize until he silenced him.
"Follow me to my room." He demanded. She obliged, trailing behind the man she once calls her love.
They arrived at the door before a steward noticed them, they silently exchanged words before Sakura was brought inside his majesty's room and into his private bathroom where she was instructed to bathe herself clean. She obliged but was still confused on why she was there.
After she was done, she was only in a robe. She was instructed to go back inside the room.
There she sees her prince, only in a plain dress cloth, talking seriously with one of his stewards. He sounded angry but the steward just shook his head before he sees her.
The steward approaches her. Sakura was still confused, not knowing why she is in the prince's chambers.
"Go lie in bed." The steward tells her.
Sakura realizes what that meant. She was not ignorant of the constant rumors going around in the palace on how the prince was preparing for his betrothed.
She looks at him, she sees him with his head hung low, looking shameful.
"My prince, let us get this done." His steward said as he dragged Sakura to the bed.
"Kabuto, I change my mind. I do not want—"
"My prince, need I remind you on why we are doing this?" he says.
Sasuke was quiet, he lowers his head refusing to look at Sakura.
Sakura laid on her back, the feeling of the softness of the mattress stays ignored as her heart is thumping loud. She felt confused. He knows she is hers, if he just asks, she will gladly give her all to him. But she did not anticipate this is how she gives herself.
The prince approaches her, guilt on his face. He refuses to look at her as he settles on top of her.
It hurts, she wants to cry but she stays motionless.
It was not passionate like she imagined, it was not filled with the tenderness he showed her when they were young. He did not touch her at all.
It hurts but if this is the only way to be with him, she will lie there motionless for eternity him.
The prince's pace quickens, his hips going faster. As he neared his peak, he quietly whispers an "I'm sorry" to her ear before grunting as he finally came inside her.
Not long after, he dresses himself before sitting at the edge of the bed.
With his head low, guilt, and shame evident, he looks at the floor before saying,
"Send her away."