Failure

She followed the queen to the salon in tears.

Kathy sat down tensely on the comfortable couch.

"Don't worry, I really just want to talk with you. After all, I haven't heard any rumors for more than a week… "

"I see, ma'am."

The maid lowered her eyes, knowing exactly what the mistress was curious about.

"Then please tell me everything you've heard in the market."

She smiled at the girl.

Ariana went to the greenhouse, where she could take care of various flowers, and exotic plants in her free time. She grabbed a jug to sprinkle the flowers.

'So far, there have been no major differences in the story. As I expected, Jerome offered the ribbon to Jürgen, and at yesterday's ball they formalized their relationship … If everything goes well, he will move into the Queen's chamber today.'

The royal couple used an entire wing of the central palace as a residence. It was possible to get to the separated wing through a huge door, which was guarded by 4 knights. Then the man came to a beautiful salon, where the guests were received. From rhis salon 4 doors opened. The queen had a study on the left, next to it was her room, then the king's room, and finally on the right, his study.

From the bedrooms also opened to a wardrobe, a treasure room and a bathroom.

Although the king and queen did not sleep in one room, the two rooms were connected by another door, ensuring a smooth passage.

As Ariana recalled the rooms Tess described, she smiled.

"Their rooms take up just as much space as my whole residence. Ah! "

Then she felt a drooping pain in her abdomen. She already knew this feeling well, which is why she thought it would be better to go back to the palace.

By the time she reached his room, she could already feel that her underwear was wetter than it needed to be.

"So it failed."

She faced a serious problem as the date of conception of the child was unknown to her. All she knew, was that Ariana had turned 19 by the time of the wedding day, but there was no specific date, no description of the season…

'All I know is that on the day the child was born, the good news came that the rebellion had been suppressed at the border… and by then Ariana was already 20 years old.'

The Queen tried her best to recall her memories, but found no clue.

'If this event also closely follows the timeline of the book, it will be more than a year before I can get pregnant at all… There will be at least one from that hard-core sex marathon per month…'

"Jerome won't be too happy if he finds out … that he needs to touch me again. Maybe I should suggest him a simple injection. "

Ariana chewed nervously at the end of her thumb…

The news that the wedding night was fruitless, of course, immediately reached the ear of the king, who had paid his respects to the queen the same day.

By the time Ariana arrived to her room after dinner, the king was in a robe lying on her bed flipping through the book, she had brought from her library just that day.

She suddenly froze in the doorway. She didn't know what to expect.

'Why are you here? I shouldn't see you until the baby is born… I mean.… at least until my next fertile day… Or maybe you want to vent your anger on me for not being able to get pregnant? '

She wanted to greet Jerom, but she couldn't move. By the time she got back to her senses, the man was standing right in front of her.

"Ariana?"

He put a lock of hair behind her ears.

"Ah!"

Then the queen backed away in fright, then hurriedly bowed.

"Good evening, Your Majesty! How can I help you?"

"Maybe come into the room first?"

He gave the instruction in a monotonous voice, then sat down on the edge of the bed.

Ariana hurriedly closed the door, then stopped in front of her husband. Jerome saw her tense.

"We're married - you don't have to pretend we're in court. I did not come to judge you. Of course, I would have been happy if you got pregnant… but you are young, we will have countless more opportunities to try. "

"Huh? ... Ah… yes, thank you, your Majesty."

She was surprised by what the king had to say… she didn't expect that.

"Ah… come closer."

Jerome grabbed her hand and pulled her close. As Ariana stepped between the man's legs in the thin silk dress, Jerome grabbed her butt and buried his face in her breasts.

'This… is he serious now? Did he really come to fuck me?! '

Ariana blushed at the sudden feeling of physical contact, then suddenly came to mind.

"Your Majesty, you can't now!"

She tore himself out of the man's arms, and backed away with such speed that only the oak chest of drawers at the opposite wall stopped her.

"WHAT IS IT NOT POSSIBLE ?! You are my wife, and it is your duty to satisfy my desires every night! "

The man stood up angrily.

"Hah ?!"

'Now … really a gay guy got angry at me, questinong me…why don't I fuck with him every day? Is this actually happening?'