Blaanid
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There was a joining of politics, the King gaining even more power, wealth and lands for marrying Blaanid. Her father had been a powerful noble, his title powerful and his lands wealthy and vast. And just before her father’s death, he had made a pact with the King, that after his death the King would take his daughter as his wife and Queen. They had discussed that being that she was human and he was not, that there was no known possibility that she would be able to give him children, but that the King could name his cousin and closest friend to be his heir to keep the crown in the family while at the same time making sure that there would be no battles or wars over an empty thrown at the King’s own death.
And so the pact had been made, Blaanid would become the King’s wife when she was of age, the betrothal official and legal when Blaanid’s father had passed away, and Blaanid had moved into her future husband’s palace right away at the age of 15 where before they were even wed had not only gotten to know each other very well, becoming very close friends, but were already deeply in love before the wedding had even taken place.
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To Blaanid, the wedding was magical, perfect in almost every way. The only thing that really was missing was her father, but in a way it was like he was there with her, for he had insured that not only would she have a great marriage, but to someone who loved her with his body and soul and she too felt the very same for him.
She had known that because this was a political marriage, that her husband didn’t have to take her to bed and bed her as a husband should, but he still surprised her that night, after her ladies in waiting had prepared her, undressed her and put her into the King’s royal bed, fully prepared that her husband could very well send a message that he would not be bedding her, instead hoped with all she had that now that he had shown her friendship and love, that he would also show her passion and the pleasure of lovemaking.
And so the pact had been made, Blaanid would become the King’s wife when she was of age, the betrothal official and legal when Blaanid’s father had passed away, and Blaanid had moved into her future husband’s palace right away at the age of 15 where before they were even wed had not only gotten to know each other very well, becoming very close friends, but were already deeply in love before the wedding had even taken place.
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To Blaanid, the wedding was magical, perfect in almost every way. The only thing that really was missing was her father, but in a way it was like he was there with her, for he had insured that not only would she have a great marriage, but to someone who loved her with his body and soul and she too felt the very same for him.
She had known that because this was a political marriage, that her husband didn’t have to take her to bed and bed her as a husband should, but he still surprised her that night, after her ladies in waiting had prepared her, undressed her and put her into the King’s royal bed, fully prepared that her husband could very well send a message that he would not be bedding her, instead hoped with all she had that now that he had shown her friendship and love, that he would also show her passion and the pleasure of lovemaking.