Chapter 7

Lazarus POV

As I walk into our bedroom, my mother is cradling Willow. She is holding like a child. Willow has probably never had a motherly figure to comfort her. I stand back, giving them space. I am not sure precisely what to do for her or how to be there for her. I only know that she needs us. There are so many things that will have to be handled quickly. I know it will be difficult for her.

First, I need to help her come to terms with this. Then I will go over her new royal duties, as well as mine. My mother is a queen, and my father but I will never be king once we are married. It is a sacrifice I am willing to make. I will only be Prince Lazarus married to Queen Willow. It is the way things work. She will have to decide if she gives her mother and siblings a royal title. All of this has to be done tomorrow after she buries her father. Poor Willow, I know her heartaches.

"Lazarus," she says my name so softly. She raises her head. My mother continues massaging her head like you would a sick child.

"Yes, my love. I am here. I did not want to disturb you," I say.

I go to her. I need to be close to her. I want to pull her into my arms and let her give me all of her pain. I need to melt her tiny body into mine.

"Can you help me?" she says. She sounds so frail.

I kneel down beside her. Her makeup is long gone from the tear-soaked face. Her hair is falling all around her, no longer ideally in its place.

"I want to get presentable before anyone sees me. I can't do it alone. Can you please help me?" she asks. Her voice cracks as she continues to weep.

"I can do whatever you need from me. We have people here that can help you if you would rather or mother," I say to her.

She shakes her head. "No, I need you to help me. Please help me," she says.

Mother nods at me to agree to whatever she asks. I will, my sweet fairy queen. I will be whatever you need me to be in this moment.

"Come on. I can help you," I say to her.

She stands up to walk into the bathroom to straighten herself up. She looks so frail and out of it. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her into the bathroom. She begins removing her clothes.

"I can step out if you like," I say to her.

"No, I need you to help me. I cannot do this. Please. My body will belong to you soon. I am not ashamed if you can please just stay and help me," Willow says.

"Your body belongs to you, not me, and it never will," I say.

I do not want to own her. I only want to love her. I want us to be husband and wife. I do not want her to feel owned in any way by anyone, especially not by me. I do not want her to feel that way.

"Can you help me take a hot shower? I think it would help me. I want to put on clean clothes and feel better," she says.

I reach into the shower. I turn on the hot water for her. To think not too long ago, this was not even an option for her. She was living without hot water and bathing in a creek.

I place a towel outside of the shower to be ready for her when she gets out. She looks at the towel. "Please get two," she says.

Hell, she can have ten if she needs them. "Anything else?" I ask her.

"Yes, Are you planning to bathe me in your clothes?" she asks.

"You want me to get in with you?" I ask.

"Yes, I cannot do this alone, please," she says.

I step out of the bathroom.

"Mother, could you come back in a while. I am going to try to calm her. I will call down if we need you," I say.

Mother leaves the room so I can take care of my future bride. I am not planning on having sex with her, but I am sure the last thing my mother wants to see is us both in the shower.

I return to Willow. When I open the shower door, she is standing under the water, letting it run down over her. I close the door back. I remove my clothing. I place another towel by the shower for me. I have to be a gentleman. She does not need to feel like I want anything other than to take care of her right now.

I step into the shower with her. I pull her into me. Our naked bodies touch under the water. She begins to sob. I hold her as she cries. I kiss her forehead and run my hands through her long hair.

"Let me wash your hair for you," I say.

She continues laying her head on my chest. I pull the showerhead down from its resting place. I run the hot water through her hair. I spray her entire body with hot water. Her head never leaves my chest. I reach over her for the shampoo. I squirt some into her hair. I begin to lather her hair. She goes quiet. I look down at her eyes closed. She seems peaceful for a moment. I massage her head. I take the shower head and rinse her head. I reach for the conditioner. I begin massaging the conditioner into her hair. I can do this as long as she needs me to. This seems to calm her. I rinse her hair carefully with hot water. I return the showerhead to its cradle.

"Do you want me to wash you?" I ask her.

She shakes her head, never leaving my chest. "Please," she says.

I reach for the soap and a sponge to wash her with softly. I wet the sponge and apply soap to it. "Willow, I need to move back from you a little okay," I say.

She takes her head off of my chest. She stands in front of me, lifeless. I wash down her arms. I carefully move over her perfect breasts. I proceed down her stomach and to her legs. I turn her around and wash her back. Should I wash everything? I think for a moment. I do not want her to feel as if I am taking advantage of this situation.

As I ponder what to do, she reaches up and grabs my hand. She guides me to her wash all of her. I push the sponge between her legs, trying not to be turned on by her guiding me to wash her. I am a man. I cannot help it; this turns me on. She pulls me close to her. She opens her beautiful eyes and looks into mine. She places her hand behind my neck and pulls me down to kiss her. Her lips are soft. She is pushing her lips harder onto mine. She opens her mouth to explore mine. A long deep kiss between us. Our first passionate kiss. She pulls our bodies closer.

I am getting hard feeling her body so close to mine. I drop the sponge. I reach between her legs. To touch her hot wet pussy. I should not be doing this to her right now.

I pull back. I want to give her a chance to say no, not now let us wait.

"Willow, we do not have to do this right now," I say.

"I want to make love to my husband," she says.

"We can stop anytime you want," I say.

She pulls me back to her. She begins kissing me passionately. She kisses my neck, pulling her body closer to me. I continue to explore her between her legs. I slide a finger inside of her. She is tight and so unbelievably wet.

She runs her hand down my body to my hardness. She begins stroking me clumsily. "You will have to tell me what to do. I have never touched a man before," she says.

I pull my hand away from her. I take her hand and guide her on how to stroke me. She begins moving up and down my hardness with ease after a few minutes. I take my hand and continue exploring her tight wet pussy. I want her. I want to be inside her.

"Are you sure?" I ask her one last time.

"Yes, my prince, I want you," she says.

I pick her up. Her legs wrapped around mine. I pin her to the shower wall inserting my hard cock into her. I begin to thrust into her. She moans with every thrust. She is tight around my cock. Her walls are vibrating around me as I pleasure my future bride.

I can feel her walls tighten as she begins to cum. I kiss her as she cums.

"Oh my god, do not stop Lazarus," she moans.

I open the shower door. I lead Willow out. I wrap her in a fluffy towel. "Let me take you to the bed," I say.

I pick her up. I carry her to the bed. Both of us still wet, I divide her legs. I want to give her a release. I begin licking her pussy lips. I lick and start sucking her clit. As I suck her clit I insert my finger into her hot pussy. She moans and squirms. As she is about to cum I stop. I position myself to enter her again. I thrust into her tight pussy. She is so tight I can barely contain my orgasms. I am trying hard not to cum. I want her to be fulfilled before I pour my seed into her. She begins squirming and moaning. I can feel her walls tighter around me. As she cums on me, I release my seed into her.

I lay next to her on the bed. I wrap my arms around her and hold her. She reaches down for a sheet. She covers us up. She snuggles into me. Before I can tell her I love her, she is asleep. I kiss her forehead. I will lay here and sleep with you, my beautiful bride.