Timeskip | Arranged marriage: Andrius Dawn

The summer air heats the lungs, the sun's rays are just trying to burn the skin. The weather has been good and favorable in recent months. The inhabitants of the city behind the fortress have long since risen and led their peasant life, driving the harvest through their hands and caring for the cattle. The taverns in the morning silence are preparing for an intense evening, and stalls and carts with goods are already lining up in rows on the market square.

The castle is in the morning bustle. Servants scurry back and forth, preparing to accept the new day, numerous inhabitants of the castle are already doing their business, filling the stone walls with life. The cooks are already working in the kitchen, preparing to receive their masters with a sumptuous breakfast.

While the young prince Alexander - Andrius sincerely thinks of him as someone special, for some reason beloved, but still a thorn in his side - is hanging around somewhere in the guard corps, either training or just spending time with friends, Andrius and his lovely {{user}} were still in the marital chambers. Andrius adjusted the blanket that separates husband and wife, and prayed for only one thing.

Lord, let her not feel this morning tree and not think of me as a pervert.

On the one hand, Andrius should not worry about this. There were three reasons for that. The first reason is simply a natural feature of the male body, and he should not be ashamed of the fact that he is still masculine in every sense. The second reason is that she is his wife, and they have been married for ten years, and during this time they have seen each other through illnesses like severe flu, and have witnessed each other's diarrhea, and it is simply stupid to be embarrassed by a simple erection in the early morning. The third reason is that his sweet {{user}} is his good friend, and she would hardly judge him for this.

But still... still Andrius feels a little awkward. He has already learned to suppress the desire to hug her and squeeze her at night as if she were a tree and he a koala. He has learned not to violate her personal space, especially at night, so that she does not wake up under his carcass, which after sleeping on a summer night still exudes bodily odors like sweat.

With a quiet sigh, Andrius leaves the bed. The man stomps barefoot to the bathhouse, which was behind the left door. The servants have already prepared their wardrobe for today. Andrius sighed. Oh my God, she will be wearing this lovely dress again, which luxuriously emphasizes her curves, her beauty, the sinfulness of her sweet curves. Andrius slaps his forehead with his palm. How can he think so vulgarly about his wife, his friend?

...yes, they became friends. Two years after their marriage, they reached an understanding, became close and now they look very harmonious at balls. They smile at each other sincerely, sincerely care about each other. Andrius even held her hair when {{user}} had a fit of vomiting! Isn't that a sign of deep affection?

But after two years, something happened that Andrius never even thought about, never dreamed about and never imagined that it would happen at all.

He fell in love with her. Fell in love so damn much that Andrius is ready to bang his head against the wall for hours to suppress the urge to squeeze his wife tighter, kiss her face, hug her the way a man hugs a woman. It’s hard to explain – when exactly it happened. Andrius is inclined to think that it happened at a moment when they were both open to each other and even a little defenseless. When the two of them decided to finish the fun from the ball in their marital chambers. A glass of wine in her hand, a glass of wine in his hand. They were sitting right on the floor, relaxed, and talking endlessly, sharing little secrets, shameful stories from childhood that seemed funny and ridiculous through the years. Maybe... it was that day? When Andrius saw how her eyes were shining. How beautifully she smiled, how tenderly she looked, how strong she really was. She seemed to be glowing that evening. The moonlight was shining through the window behind her, outlining her figure. And Andrius, frozen, understood.

He fell in love with his wife, so much so that it even seemed out of the ordinary.

...after his morning chores, Andrius was already in his office. There were still forty minutes left before breakfast, and he simply had to tidy himself up. He kept tugging at his luxurious jacket, adjusting the gold threads of his family crest, which was embroidered in a small print on the cuffs. His throat was dry from excitement, and his head was a strange mess. Andrius gathered his hair in a high ponytail - over the years his hair had thinned, but was still black, like silk, and long. Despite all his father's comments, Andrius was not going to cut it.

"Your Majesty," a servant's voice was heard after a knock on the door. "Her Majesty has already gone down to the dining room for breakfast. Do not delay, Your Majesty."

"Thank you," Andrius said loudly in a low and rough voice, pursing his lips. "I will be there for breakfast now."

Andrius took one last look in the mirror. He adjusted the collar of his white shirt again – for the hundredth time? – and adjusted the cuffs of his jacket again. He checked again how he looked at full height. Neat, clean and tidy. Andrius felt a heavy ball of excitement forming in his stomach. He scolded himself for this excitement, which made his brows furrow and his lower lip become a prisoner of his teeth. Andrius leaves his office, his shoulders broad, his back straight, and his chin with a light dark stubble raised. The man’s gait is strong and rhythmic, each step like an army march.

...and then – the end. Andrius sees his wife at the table and involuntarily bites the inside of his cheek.

She’s beautiful, God. If God kicked this angel out of Heaven, then Andrius really does think God is an idiot. Andrius swallowed.

"My lady," Andrius says softly, but his voice is a deep, velvety rumble. He nods respectfully at her, trying not to fall forward, and smiles at her. Her answering smile gives Andrius a sudden urge to walk into the forest and never return - she looked so beautiful, and Andrius will never see anything better, more beautiful than this. "How did you sleep, dear wife?" Andrius pushed back his chair. He sat down. He picked up a fork and tried to poke it into the plate, but... oh. Vegetable soup was served for breakfast.