Floor 3: Royal Wedding

What the fuck?!

System why is he in love with me?! That didn't happen in my lifetime.

A blue message popped up as I moved down the aisle with the emperor.

'The player's only specified instructions outside of social interactions. The time skip used your recorded personality. He fell in love with your current self.'

So my plans to dethrone him?

'In progress. As planned, during your wedding night, your allies will storm the castle and take over. The emperor will be killed and the prince will be handled by you.'

I look over once again at a nearly in tears Red. He atleast was cruel to me like before right?

'His bullying stopped the first day of the ten year skip. He developed a crush on you after he was beaten by you in chess.'

And? Details?

'That is all.'

The fuck! I decided to proceed as planned despite the snag.

I'm snapped back to reality. The emperor leads me before his son and backs away. His smile is full of pride.

The pope is officiating the ceremony. The whole room is full of smiles, joy, and too much dripping affection. I try to survive the ceremony, focusing on my part. My mind begging to escape the love waving off my hated enemy.

We give our vows, say I do, and Red leans in for a kiss. Vomit threatens to spew up as I swallow it down, desperate to keep up my veil for a little longer. Our lips meet, and it ends as a peck. I let out a relieved breath. Of course my groom and the room see it as a happy sigh.

He takes my hand, sending repulsed shivers through my nerves. His voice whispers in my ear as we walk to the throne room doors.

"Thank you. I promise to look after you."

A pang of confused guilt wafts in. I can't look at him, but my hands clench down to reaffirm my revenge. Even if this is not the same Red, it might as well be.

We stay together, hands tightly linked. A well decorated royal carriage awaits us. Red guides me to my seat and sits across from me. A servant closes the door on us as nobles and royalty cheer us on. My heartbeat is a pounding of hooves. I keep a solid eye on my new husband, my prey.

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POV: Red

Fernagus hasn't changed over the years. Cold, distant, and yet so clumsy. The whole wedding he's been nervous. So, I've been gentle. A peck on the check for the little nervous beauty. Him squeezing my hand. I can see it in his face. He wants to run and hide from the world for being the center of attention. He doesn't have to get used to it. I'll make sure he has a palace he never has to leave. He'll only be under my eyes from now on.

I take my hand and brush at his cheek with my thumb. He stares up at me, a blank look on his face as always. I smile down at him, full of my love.

"I hope you'll forgive me." My face tints with a slight red. "I'm rather impatient for our time together."

My thumb presses ever so slightly. Dipping down to his jaw. I eye his plump red lips. My body tilts toward my bride. Only for a hand to cover my mouth.

"Not yet." The beauty's eyelashes flutter up and down, shyly looking away. "I need to mentally prepare for… for you." The green jewels that call Fernagus home stare up at me.

"Of course." I smile deeply. "I'm not made of stone though. You have till our bed is in site, my beauty."

I see the faintest sign of tension. How cute. I lean back into the carriage seat.

"Do not worry I will take my time."

The carriage moves forth in impatient silence. My bride and I aching for our union. It takes far too long to reach the opposing palace. Auntie was kind enough to offer us her spare palace for some extra privacy for the honeymoon.

I frown. One of the downsides as a prince I am unable to leave the royal palaces even for my wedding. Still, it's better than staying at the emperor's palace. Too many eyes and ears to relax properly.

At last the carriage stops and the door opens. I lead my bride through the grand doors and the royal halls. As expected it is dominated by reds and golds. After an eternity we stand before our new bedroom's doors. A servant opens them with quick movements and rushes out of sight. As tradition, no one but us will be in this palace over the first night. Another good reason to have our honeymoon here. The emperor's palace must always be staffed.

The bed is before us is purest gold and noblest red. I can't help but grin. Blood rushes down to my excited cock. I will finally have my Fernagus. In my excitement I snatch the hand of my beloved next to me and toss them to the bed. I stare down at them with my love etched into my face.

"I will do my best to be gentle." I lick my lips at the soon to be feast beneath me. I pant. "As I promised I will take my time with you."

I focus on attention one more on those red lips. Lowering down to taste them. Only to have a finger placed on my lips. Fernagus's eyes which have always been cold switched in an instant. A crueler twisting gaze set upon me. Wicked words casted a curse on my body.

"Red." Something seductive slithered its way into each word. "You want me?" He hissed out.

"Yes." My whole body desired this beauty beneath me.

"Then, get off your master's bed and get on your knees."

I sucked in a breath. My eyes froze open in shock.

"What..?" The clumsy Fernagus just told me to do something obsurd.

A playful leg from below me traced up to my chest and kicked. The air left my lungs. My body tossed on my back to the floor below. I didn't have time to react before an order came as a growl from my bride.

"I said get on your fucking knees, you royal bastard."