The Cursed Prince

"What are you doing?" Emmelyn whispered and pinched her husband's naughty hand. "We are in public place!"

Mars grinned and pecked her pouting lips. "No, we're not."

"Yes, we are. This is the throne room, NOT our personal chamber."

"Well, do you see anyone around here?" Mars asked her.

Emmelyn cast her glance around them and realized her husband was right. There was not a single soul could be seen now, which was weird because usually, someone would always hover around her husband, a knight, a minister, staff, or even the royal butler.

"Where is everybody?" Emmelyn asked, wondering. "Did you tell them to go? When?"

"Well... my people are smart. When they saw you enter, they immediately left to give us privacy," Mars explained. "They will not come back until you leave or I summon them to enter."

"Oh..." Emmelyn chuckled. Apparently, her husband trained his people well. "It doesn't mean we can do whatever here. It's still a public place."

"Ohkay." Mars grinned more widely. He scooped Emmelyn with his arms and said with his husky voice, "Let's go to our chamber then."

Emmelyn automatically wrapped her arms around his neck and scolded him, "Gosh... don't surprise me!"

"I know you don't have a heart problem," Mars said with a laugh.

He walked briskly with his wife in his arms and went to their chamber. It was almost sunset and he was feeling tired from work. So, seeing his wife come to the throne room looking so mesmerizing and cute, he suddenly craved a cuddle with her.

***

"Okay... continue your story about how you told Kira that our sex life is fulfilling and amazing," Mars said with a smile. "What's so fulfilling?"

They were lying down in bed, cuddling, enjoying comfort in each other's arms. Mars felt all his fatigue and stress from managing a country were gone as soon as he could wrap his arms around Emmelyn stomach and he could feel her soft skin, her gentle breath, and her sweet scent around him.

"Well, for one, I feel full every time you are inside me, because you're filling me up when we have sex," Emmelyn said bluntly. "So... that's full and filling. Full-filling. Right?"

This time, it was Mars Strongmoor who almost rolled on the floor laughing. He thought she was really funny. The way Emmelyn utter her words in a flat face made it all the funnier.

"Gosh... you are right." He wiped a single tear from the corner of his eye and patted his chest, trying to contain his laughter. "I do fill you up until you are full. It always feels amazing."

Emmelyn laughed too. She just spoke whatever came to her mind and was glad her husband found it funny. The queen was in a really good mood today after she met Clara and found out she would marry Edgar very soon. 

She liked that young woman and couldn't be happier that her husband's best friend would marry someone from Wintermere too. 

"I know right?" Emmelyn traced his chest and spoke sweetly. "I like being married to you. I love our life together, now that everything is behind us. Every day with you and our children is better than before."

Mars was touched to hear his wife's heartwarming words. He felt exactly the same. He loved being married to her and he truly enjoyed every day that they spent together, even the so-called bad ones - when her pregnancy hormones were raging and she became so emotional and unpredictable. 

He enjoyed every single second he spent with her, and he was grateful for the life they build together. Mars always considered Emmelyn as his compensation for living a cursed life for 27 years.

"I love you... so much!" he said tenderly.  Mars pulled Emmelyn closer to him and hugged her tightly. He kissed her hair and closed his eyes. "Do you think our next child is a boy or a girl?"

"I have no idea," Emmelyn admitted. "What do you want?"

"Well... since we already have a daughter, I would wish to have a son next," Mars said. "But I don't really care though. I just want it to be healthy."

He added, "And if possible, our next child should look like you."

"Hahaha.. why?"

"Because you are beautiful and I can never have enough of you," Mars said seriously. "I want to see you everywhere."

"You are weird," Emmelyn said.

However, even though she called him weird, it was obvious that his words amused her. Perhaps, that's how people in love were? Emmelyn wanted her child to take after Mars, but here, Mars wanted their child to take after her. That sounded so cute and heartwarming.

***

Edgar let Clara's hand go and nodded at his footman who quickly opened the carriage door for his fiancee. He turned to her with a sweet smile. "Get in. We will see my parents very soon."

Clara bit her lip and gripped his hand again. The young woman looked nervous and her cheeks turned pinkish. She looked so adorable in Edgar's eyes. He was so tempted to pinch her cheeks and kiss her lips.

"I am nervous," Clara whispered. "Would your mother like me...?"

"Definitely!" Edgar said firmly. "She will adore you."

"You think so?" Clara looked at Edgar with her big round eyes, filled with anxiety. "What if she doesn't?"

"It's impossible," Edgar chuckled. "We have talked about this. I already sent them letters and they said they look forward to meeting you."

"I know..." Clara lowered her head. "I'm just nervous."

Edgar understood her worry. He looked at his valiant horse behind the carriage and then at Clara. Maybe it would be better for him to take the carriage together with her, to calm her down. Meeting future parents-in-law could be a nerve-wracking experience, especially for someone as young as this girl.

She was only 18 and had a demure and shy personality. Edgar was ten years her senior and was experienced dealing with people. So, his meeting her whole family in Wintermere was like a walk in the park for Edgar.

"I will stay with you and calm you down on the way to my home," Edgar finally made a decision. "Would you like that?"

As expected, Clara's eyes lit up and she nodded vigorously. "Yes... I'd like that very much."

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Aww.... Edgar is really sweet to his bride-to-be.