Chaste And Tainted Not

The feast had come to end as the night fell. Indeed she found fun amidst the disastrous and boisterous crowd, but the later night might not give her a fair share of pleasure.

Selestia found herself inside her chamber, on the mattress was a lingerie. Supposedly to show more skin than intended to. For this night is the night they will share the night to consummate their wedding.

She was relieved that unlike what she anticipated and expected of him, he was not stale as what she portrayed in her concepts. Whatsoever, it did not alter her understanding of the supposed lovemaking.

'Do I have to bear with it and wear this?' She pinched the lingerie with her thumb and pointing finger as she gazed at it with disgust. 'Such absurdity…'

Though it was not to her wishes to copulate with him, though it was her duty the moment she took the plunge with him. She was left with no choice, after all, she had to carry out her scheme and leave no crumbs of imperfection.

'This is just ludicrous! It covers almost nothing, what form of the garment even is this?'

She complained in the back of her mind for if her mouth had spoken her criticism, the servants might hear and speculate her for being ambiguous and suspicious.

The eyes of the servants who tend to her loomed on her as they perceived her amazing body form.

Though Selestia was manly in portraying her duties and was manly with her actions, she still instilled elegance and she had a fit body to fulfill all those. Because she was always a woman who bore not prim and properly inside her manor just like how the other ladies did, Selestia was always pertained to as the 'manly lady'.

She'd listen to criticism and mockery for being such as her own action yet she bothered not.

Selestia loved the way she was. She loved the fact that even as she faced criticism, she was not vetoed and restricted to move in a space where only women reside. Freely, she can act and guise as a man as she pleased or be as elegant as the ladies whenever she wanted.

Selestia was a free bird in the kingdom where she grew up, but as she looked, she knew she wouldn't be as free in Thuhelda as she was when she still dwelled in Celeste.

The servants gazed at her. Their eyes drifted on every inch of her. Though she was covered with cloth, it was thin enough to see her body which was beneath those flimsy covers.

Her waist had perfect curves, her entirety was to be compared to a shape of an hourglass. Her hips were bigger than her waist. Her waist was slim and tiny, though her chest was bigger still compared to her waist.

She had a defined collarbone that sufficiently was sculpted by the top of her chest. Her fingers were bony and she had small wrists, Selestia was not necessarily skinny but her weight was less than average.

With their body of hers, one would die just to have her. It was one no wonder why many princes and Kings longed to reach her hand, right now, those men must have been dying of envy of Venemiah since he was the only one Selestia agreed upon in terms of marriage.

Though it was more like a 'she had no choice situation.

After all, this marriage was hidden from her for more than half a year. It was the King's simple plot to have no hurdles along the way anymore. The King felt that Selestia, his own daughter was a hindrance to his unrighteous ruling, just like how his son, Fritz was the same.

Indeed he was an absurd King, a person not fit to be a father and a ruler. Selestia felt that way toward him. During her eighteen years existing, Selestia knew not a father or a King but simply she knew, Geller of Celeste.

Subtly, her irritation grew a heavy sensation that weighed on her chest as the eyes of the servants oggled at her, her brows furrowed therefore she urged to speak her mind but it interfered with a loud knock.

"It seems like the Emperor has come…" the servants localized as if they knew not that Selestia could hear them.

"We'll awaken tomorrow with bright news…"

"Hopefully, they share the greatest night there is…"

They peeked at her. It came off to Selestia that these servants were more excited than she was. Moreover, she was not even excited, she can only anticipate this to end and wait until time pass them by.

"Your Highness, that must be the Emperor. We shall now take our leave, may you have a good night…" they bowed with excitement still apparent in their smiles.

Later the minute, Venemiah pardoned to permeate inside her chamber. He found Selestia sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, gradually, she turned to see him.

"Your Highness…" she arose from sitting and bowed.

Her fingers were shivering, after all, this was her first time, and it was proper to be anxious her first time. She gave a subtle smile to the Emperor who stood by the door with an austere look on his face.

She fiddled with her fingers whilst Venemiah slowly approached her. For the first time, Selestia found something she can fret with. After all, Selestia was still chaste. Pure and tainted not, that was what she was. But accordingly in tradition, this night, the night she espoused with him she was bound to give her chastity away.

She never was prepared for this, at the least, she prepared herself for the abundant duties an Empress carried out but she came unprepared nor did she learn knowledge about consummation.

'This is such a hustle,' she groaned. 'What else can I do? If I don't comply with this duty of mine, might as well not proceed with my schemes for if I waver this instant, then my plan succeeded not.'

She sighed, just like what she said, this is her duty. After all, she chose it this way well, partially.

Venemiah's hands roamed around her arms, gently it caressed her. Unbelievably for a frigid man, Selestia caught surprised by him being so kind and caring of her.

"Pleasant evening, my wife…" he spoke.