That timid little princess he met on their wedding day was the timid little Queen his father wanted her to be: a silent shadow of her husband, a jewel he would proudly show to the court because of her beautiful face, a broken record who spoke only on command. She would have acted the part of the invisible wife if August had been another type of husband; instead, he corrupted her innocence, he let her know how much he craved her and she bashed on the power her body had on her spouse. He was the one teaching her how her obedience drove him insane with lust and now Cheyenne had him wrapped around her fingers enough that yes, she was the one leading the King in his chamber. He must have been aware that it was all his handiwork, just as he must be aware that her devotion wasn’t just an act and that her heart beat for him with the most sincere of sentiments.
Her fingers wrapped tightly around his hand, a content expression relaxing her features as August accepted her help without further words. While a part of her felt almost successful for it, as if she had won who knows what important battle, the more logical part of her concluded that he must be overly taxed if he just accepted her help. Which immediately brought her back to the fact that he had barely eaten something that morning and that she should take a more careful watch on him. August wasn’t one to voice his discomfort, unless one exasperated him enough.
They slowly made their way toward to chamber, even more than usual, his steps heavy against the stone floor resonated inside the hall and in her ears. Tentatively, Cheyenne got closer to him to wrap an arm around his aching lower back to offer some support, already expecting him to remind her that he was not incapable or something like that, but the Queen was -unfortunately for him- quite stubborn.
Her concern proved to be right when August was stopped on his track by an invisible force which threw him off balance and threatened to pull them both on the ground if he didn’t promptly catch the bannister in front of them. Thanks to her closeness, her smaller body practically pressed against his side, Cheyenne was able to feel a strange pull coming directly from his gravid womb and her free hand immediately rushed to the lower curve of it, now remarkably tens. Practice cramps weren’t something new, not after they scared the life out of her one night after a great session of lovemaking, and yet this one seemed way more intense than the other ones… “My Love?” her eyes darted toward his face, searching for an answer.
Her fingers wrapped tightly around his hand, a content expression relaxing her features as August accepted her help without further words. While a part of her felt almost successful for it, as if she had won who knows what important battle, the more logical part of her concluded that he must be overly taxed if he just accepted her help. Which immediately brought her back to the fact that he had barely eaten something that morning and that she should take a more careful watch on him. August wasn’t one to voice his discomfort, unless one exasperated him enough.
They slowly made their way toward to chamber, even more than usual, his steps heavy against the stone floor resonated inside the hall and in her ears. Tentatively, Cheyenne got closer to him to wrap an arm around his aching lower back to offer some support, already expecting him to remind her that he was not incapable or something like that, but the Queen was -unfortunately for him- quite stubborn.
Her concern proved to be right when August was stopped on his track by an invisible force which threw him off balance and threatened to pull them both on the ground if he didn’t promptly catch the bannister in front of them. Thanks to her closeness, her smaller body practically pressed against his side, Cheyenne was able to feel a strange pull coming directly from his gravid womb and her free hand immediately rushed to the lower curve of it, now remarkably tens. Practice cramps weren’t something new, not after they scared the life out of her one night after a great session of lovemaking, and yet this one seemed way more intense than the other ones… “My Love?” her eyes darted toward his face, searching for an answer.