The Royal Bloodline (Open-PM)

[sexy_beijing]

Name: Christina
Age: 18
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Green
Skin: Lightly tan
Height: 5'7"
Cupsize: 32DD

Christina was sitting on the cushioned chair, a servant girl standing behind her and brushing her long, golden hair. Atop of her head sat a silver tiara, a small ruby gem inset at the crown. She thought back to the past few days, and she wasn't sure how she felt. She was a married woman, now, and was preparing for when she would go to her husbands bed and have him make love to her.

She let a hand rest on her belly, a rather uneasy feeling had come over her, but in all honesty she was actually looking forward to the consummation of marriage. But unlike most marriages, where a woman was wed to a man she had barely knew from the beginning, Christina was now married to her father, and the King. And even though she was his daughter, she was still his subject under the rules of the land, and it was decreed that at her coming of age she would be wed to him so that they could breed together a son to continue the royal bloodline.

"It's time." a soft voice said behind her. Christina nodded her head as she stood up from the chair, and she was led to the bedroom by her hand maids, and she entered into it alone. Her father hadn't yet arrived, but he would be joining her shortly. She fumbled with her fingers over the knot that held her robes on, but underneath she was wearing nothing.

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OOC: Need someone to fill the role of her father, the king. Send me a PM if you would like to play ^_^

 

[DoubleL9781]

Name: Lawrence
Age: 38
Hair: Dark Bown
Eyes: Deep Blue
Skin: Lightly tanned
Height: 6'3

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"Sire?" Lawrence looked up from his desk as his aide came in. "It's time."

"Thank you..." He rose and dismissed his aide, walking through to the clothes that he had lain earlier on the couch. Or rather, it was merely a robe, and the king swiftly stripped off his regular clothes, revealing a fairly well-built body, despite nearly being forty.

There were almost no royal families left, and none had any virile young men for his daughter to marry to continue their bloodline. Rather than risk thinning the blood, he had married her himself. Odd, perhaps, but it wasn't just for a descendant...Lawrence loved his only daughter more than anything in world and knew he would make a good husband.

Putting on his own robe, he took a last breath before going through the door that connected the study with his bedroom. Christina had her back to him, her long blonde hair cascading down her back and shoulders. She was fumbling with the knot on her robe and didn't notice him enter. His daughter only became aware when he placed his hands over hers, stopping her untying the robe for a second.

"Good evening, Christina..." Lawrence said softly, his body pressed tightly against her back. "You look even more beautiful than usual."