Chapter 38 R18 Nyra
His thoughts were interrupted as the Misbegotten dismantled the throne, chipping away the stone until only the frame remained. The transformation had begun. The throne room would become a true home, free of the past.
He leaned back, finally allowing himself to relax. The world had changed in one moment. Now, he would make it better.
The transformation was quick. The Misbegotten worked efficiently, tearing down the old stone walls and replacing them with warm wood.
The throne that once symbolized Godrick's power was shattered, and in its place, a massive, luxurious bed was set up.
Soft, dark bedding and golden embroidery made it look inviting, far from the cold stone that once dominated the room.
The rest of the throne room was now comfortable and rich in detail—thick rugs covered the floor, velvet curtains hung from the tall windows, and the walls were decorated with tapestries and personal items.
A desk sat by a large window, and shelves were filled with rare books. It felt like a real home, not just a place of power.
The room had completely changed. It no longer felt cold and empty; now it was warm, personal, and welcoming.
"Perfect," he said softly, taking it all in. This room was his, made for comfort, for peace. It was where he belonged now.
As he stood there, content with the changes, he heard footsteps approaching. It was Nyra. She entered and looked around, taking in the transformation with a quiet awe.
"Is this... for us?" she asked.
He nodded. "Yes. It's everything I need, everything we need."
Nyra smiled, clearly impressed. "It's perfect."
He ordered the Misbogootens To quickly get out of here and Soon they were All alone in the room
"Nyra, take off your hood," he said, his voice low.
Without hesitation, she complied, revealing her face fully for the first time in this room—her features soft but striking, framed by her hair that fell like dark silk. The sight of her, unmasked, made everything feel more real.
He stepped closer, taking her hand gently in his. His fingers brushed over her skin, the touch warm, grounding.
Then, from his pocket, he produced a golden ring, delicate but radiant, the gemstone catching the light as he held it up.
"Nyra," he said, his voice steady but low. "Would you be my wife?"
She blinked, the words sinking in, and for a moment, everything around them seemed to fall away. Her heart raced, and her breath hitched.
She looked at the ring, then up at him, eyes wide, unsure whether this was real.
"Is this... for us?" she asked softly, her voice trembling.
He nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "Yes. Everything we need."
A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, hesitant but real. "It's perfect."
Her breath caught again as she saw the sincerity in his eyes, and she couldn't hold back any longer. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely a breath. "I will be your wife."
Without another word, he took her hand and slipped the ring onto her finger. The cool metal felt like a promise, fitting her perfectly.
She stared at it for a moment, feeling its weight, then looked up at him.
Without a word, he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was slow, tender.
It was a kiss of affirmation. The weight of everything they'd just shared pressed between them as his hands gently cupped her face, pulling her closer.
As they pulled away. His hands moved to her waist, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.
Nyra's heart raced as she was held against him, her hands instinctively wrapping around his neck.
"I've waited long enough," he murmured.
He carried her toward the bed.
The bed loomed ahead, soft and inviting, and as he placed her down on the plush surface, his gaze never left hers.
"Umm... are we going for the husband and wife ritual?" she asked.
He smirked, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. "Is that what you want?" he asked, his voice lower now, Filled with hunger.
She could feel the heat of his body as he moved closer, his presence overwhelming. There was no hesitation in her now—just the overwhelming need to be closer, to finally cross the line between them.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she reached for him, pulling him down beside her.
Without another word, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. As their bodies pressed together.
She responded eagerly, her hands threading through his hair, feeling the warmth of his skin, the strength of his body against hers.
He made no move to pull back, his lips moving over hers in an endless rhythm. The kiss deepened, his touch growing more insistent as he guided her closer.
As they continued to kiss, their bodies pressed closer and closer, the heat between them becoming almost unbearable.
Nyra could feel her heart racing in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps as they lost themselves in each other.
His hands roamed over her body, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She moaned into his mouth, unable to control the overwhelming desire that was coursing through her veins.
Their lips eventually parted but they remained close, their foreheads resting against each other as they caught their breath. Nyra's eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense gaze.
"This feels like a dream," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"It's real," he replied, his hand stroking her cheek gently.
He leaned in once more and captured her lips in another passionate kiss.
His tongue explored every inch of her mouth as if trying to memorize the taste of her.
Nyra's hands moved down his back eagerly, pulling him closer to her. She could feel the hardness of his body against hers and it only fueled her desire even more.