Garments

His hands drifted promptly to her shoulders and pushed her to lie down. Her hair spread like a spilled water on the bed, her legs were folded and edged upward. Her left leg slightly ahead her right as he hovered above her. His hands gripped rigidly on her shoulders that pinned her down which made her unfit to move.

His force rigorously anguished her shoulders, gradually, it felt numb after all the hurt.

She was caught off guard, but though that was the case her reflexes were sharp. Her hand rose to his neckband and yanked it with her rigorous strength.

It was to know doubt why her reflexes were this sharp, she was trained to be the strongest female warrior of Uryasha, after all. She trained endlessly to be the warrior she prevailed forthwith.

Her forehead creased with a tinge of irritation and aggravation.

"What are you doing, Your Highness?" Her voice wore an expression of hostility toward him. Her fists clenched tightly and her fingers wrapped on his neckband, gradually fastening in order to leave him out of breath.

But unfortunately, that modus would not work for him.

Venemiah was raised to persevere, the most important prince of Thuhelda was educated in all things to flaunt his sovereignty to all.

"We have to follow the Emperor's proposal, Empress..."

She scowled, "What proposal do you speak of? You have not disclosed something as such."

He snickered.

"Exactly, then I shall demonstrate this agenda to my Empress..."

His hands drifted on her collarbones to the flimsy of sleeve of her garment, his skin touch her surface as slowly he slid them down which revealed the soft, fair skin of her shoulders. He gave a light peck on her shoulders whilst she squirmed subtly on the bed.

"What are you vying to do?"

He chortled, he moved his head to her ears, his lips brushed softly on them whilst he whispered.

"We have to take your garments off, Empress..."

Wide-eyed, Selestia gulped, her free hand tried to protest but before she could, his hands had already pinned them to her side.

"Do you not want me to demonstrate my masterplan, my Empress. I reckoned you wished to be enlightened of it...did you have a sudden change of heart? Or do you surmise you have a better plan to fool 'my' people and the land of Thuhelda? Have you not learned that only I can make this nation believe in this falsehood we are vying to invent?"

She was awaken with the truth. He was right, only he could forge this make-believe.

Her hands fell from its grip, she vied to not protest any further.

'He's right. How could I make such a great nation believe me when I barely even made it here? I have to concede...endure...endure, this way my eyes won't be taken off from my prize.'

"What do you intend to do? Retire from your deeds of demonstration, let me hear it and let me go..." she implied.

"I plead for your forgiveness and sympathy..." he gave a wider grin and added to the words he spoke. "But if I were to do that I doubt we will find no pleasure..."

She grimaced.

"Lend your ears, Empress. If they found no glimmer of pleasure that smudged your eyes, they will find no evidence that we did what we were supposed to. We have to smear you with pleasure and your clothes flee from you."

"I knew not you were insane. It was a complete morosis for me to even listen to you. Let me go and I shall find my way here."

"And what if you can't."

Her eyes was filled with the flames of arrogance, her pupils shrank with the lighting fury of her pride.

"Then I have no other choice but tell them that we copulate not..."

He scoffed, "How stubborn can you be. Hush and do not make a fuss, Empress. I will not touch you with intimacy, we solely need to be evident to make this falsehood real. Have you ever heard of making the misconception substantial?"

She pouted with gazes of contempt toward him.

'Do I really have no choice? Is it worth to place my trust on this man? What am I even thinking about? I have various choices...'

Yet the truth she knew was not the verity that stood with reality.

"If you surmise you have many choices then do you suppose those choices were better than this proposal?"

Again, her mind had to think it through. How could he even predict what her mind could have thought of? How far does he know her? To what extent does he know?

Now that she thought deeply of it, there were never options in the first place. For her, there never was a choice to exist other than his.

'I concede if only I knew what he wished to do. I knew him not that well, Grandell's report were only based on the Emperor's achievements and cruelty to his subjects. I knew not what the Emperor truly was, especially when Grandell had never once see him during his time in Thuhelda...Will I only sit her gritting my teeth as he grow to be a greater menace to my plan?'

She sighed, 'There was no other way, is it?'

"Then, demonstrate..." she gazed at him with confidence but in the midst of her eyes were the nervousness and uneasiness of worry she felt.

Like a fountain that uncontrollably sprinkle it's water all around in order to serve a purpose. But this fountain of her feelings objective were only for one purpose — to be terrified of not knowing what was before her.

He snickered after he heard her speak. His hand slid on her other sleeve and revealed the entirety of her shoulders. He lowered his head to her neck and gave her an abundant number of peck. It was passionate and ecstatic.

His lips gently kissed her neck as her sweet scent and taste lingered on her body. Her hands clenched on the sheets whilst her thoughts ran numerous miles to draw her focus away from what was transpiring.

She clenched her eyes together, tighter and tighter did the gripping of her hands grew. Her feet folded and she was fretting as worry became a vast sea in her heart.

What could he be doing? What will he be doing? What will be up next? What will she do?

All these questions ran thousands of laps in her mind, she twitched with such thoughts. Indeed it was intense if ever someone come across the same situation as hers, they would be terrified because of the lack of knowledge of what was supposed to follow after.

As she shivered, Venemiah was ecstatic. His lips halted from kissing her neck and proceeded to taste her lips.

"W-Wai—" she tried to prevent him from leaning his lips to hers but he hushed her when he gave her a kiss that lasted for a while.

That was uncalled for but just as she remembered, Venemiah solely spoke of not touching her in a sexual manner, he did not mention that she would not devour her with kisses.

"Shall we proceed?"