Chapter 17: Chapter Seventeen

The early morning hours found Elaine sleeping under warm, comfortable sheets. The night had been sleepless. A hard, motionless slumber had been achieved at last in the small hours. Way too soon, she was awakened by Gloria.

“Good morning, my lady, I trust you slept well,” the handmaiden said brightly.

Sitting up against the headboard, Elaine yawned and stretched. “I couldn’t sleep very much.”

“I suppose that is to be expected when a bride and groom are in love.” Gloria smiled, placing the legged, breakfast tray across Elaine’s lap. “I doubt that His Majesty got much sleep either.”

Left alone to eat, she picked at the rich food. There was a chicken dish drowned in cream sauce. A plate of iced sweet rolls and a bowl of candied oranges sat untouched. What she wouldn’t give for scrambled eggs and dry toast. The black coffee was impeccable though. She gulped down two cups which helped battle morning cobwebs.

Butterflies flitted in her stomach. She regretted being underground. A sunny window would have helped immensely. The military compound was claustrophobic and far gloomier than she preferred.

A longing distracted her, one for a life lived in the sunlight again.

Gavin had promised they would move into the Imperial palace in Olympia but that couldn't happen until Darius was found. His followers should die out then, picked off one by one. She hoped the nightmare and fear would end soon. There was so much to look forward to once the insurrection had been crushed.

Mara’s voice brought her back to this special day. “My lady, are you ready for your bath?”

“Yes, come in, Mara, I’m finished,” she called, setting the tray on the bed and pulling back the bedclothes.

The handmaiden came around the bed. “I have drawn your water, my lady, but left the soap to your own discretion. I wasn't sure of the amount.”

“What time is it? Am I late already?”

“Not at all. The ceremony won’t take place for three hours yet.”

“We thought you needed as much sleep as possible...since you won’t be getting any tonight.”

“Mara, what a thing to say!” Gloria laughed. “Forgive her, my lady. She speaks too freely at times.

“I will pretend to be shocked.” Elaine giggled, feeling quite giddy. “I’m so nervous but I don’t know why.”

“I would certainly be frightened at the day’s prospect.” Mara bent down and slipped purple fur slippers onto Elaine's bare feet. “Not only marrying the next emperor but making a debut before his court. I would rather die!”

“I guess that is where we differ,” Elaine said with a quiet, dreamy smile. “He is my life. Where he goes, I have no fear in following. If you'll excuse me, I'll take that bath now.”

While the sisters tidied the room, she sought privacy. In the bathroom, she leaned against the door. Excitement spiked her blood. It had taken so much pain and anguish to get here but nothing could take away her joy. By evening, she would be Gavin’s wife at last.

The white marble tub had been filled with warm water. Perfumed rose petals floated across the surface. Steam filled the room as she added a generous dash of soap powder. The robe and her nightgown were discarded on the decorative blue tiles.

A sigh of relief escaped as she lowered herself into the delicious warmth. The water lapped at her breasts, scenting her skin for the wedding night. Daydreaming, she lingered in the cooling water until Mara's gentle knock let her know that preparations needed to get on.

She was helped from the tub and sat before the golden mirror.

Gloria’s industrious hands began work on Elaine’s wet, tangled hair. Soft, instrumental music played throughout the chambers, fostering calm. She sat patiently as her hair was done, nails manicured and body shaved smooth. Mara massaged fragrant lotion into her face and neck then cosmetics were carefully applied.

Elaine watched the transformation in the mirror. Once the sisters had completed their labors, she didn't recognize herself, marveling at the reflection. The threesome had agreed on a natural, minimal look, accentuating her beauty while not hindering it.

“Thank you, ladies. You made me look like a real queen,” she said, casting her eyes over their handiwork. “I didn’t think it was possible.”

Gloria stepped into view behind her. “My lady, if His Majesty chose you than a queen you have always been in his eyes. A crown is not what makes a true queen. Grace, elegance and a humble spirit are her prize possessions. You embody these qualities.”

“What if I disappoint him or the people despise me? I am a primitive from Earth who knows little of this planet. I feel so undeserving of all this attention.”

“His Majesty's love will keep you strong. Lean upon him.”

“That’s right, my lady,” Mara agreed, “Remember that after today, you are a citizen of the Roman Empire and the queen of us all, deserving eternal respect.”

Elaine smiled though not believing their words entirely. She thought there would always be a part of her which would feel like a fraud putting on airs. How could a primitive from Victorian society become wife to the ruling monarch of an alien planet?

“My goodness, look at the time, my lady” Gloria gasped, “Your escort party will be here in a few minutes! Mara, quick, get the jewelry.”

Slipping out of the robe, Elaine hurried to don a thin shift and a pair of panties. Tears pricked her eyes as the wedding dress was brought before her. She had never seen such a beautiful garment.

Yards of white, satin fabric, soft as velvet, shimmered in the light. Trimmed with embroidery and hundreds of flashing diamonds, this was an extravagant display of wealth and power. Once draped properly, the dress hugged her curves, falling in luscious folds to the floor.

A purple cushion was brought forth, cradling two bejeweled earrings, four armbands and a gold crown set with laurel leaves.

While Elaine was bedecked in the glorious jewelry, Gloria attached the train of the dress. Twelve feet of embroidered purple satin was draped over her shoulders and fanned out behind her. All that remained was the veil to shroud her face.

Elaine absorbed the final effect in the mirror. “I can’t thank you enough for everything that you both have done for me, ladies. Very few people have been kind in my life. I won’t forget the debt I owe.”

“It has been our pleasure and privilege, my lady. You look perfect.” Mara dabbed at her eyes.

Gloria nodded, smiling. “We wish you a long, fulfilling life, reigning by His Majesty’s side. If anyone deserves such a fate, you do.”

The delicate, sheer veil fell across Elaine’s face, pinned to the headband.

“The guests have assembled in the throne room and His Majesty is en route,” Gloria said, “Are you ready to make your appearance?”

“Unless I've forgotten anything, I think so.”

When the door opened into the hallway, Elaine was greeted by Lucas. He was decked out in a white tunic, silver armor and a gold helmet set with a black plume. He bowed and extended his right hand.

“My lady, you are a vision. I am honored to escort your loveliness to the throne room.”

Elaine blushed, taking his hand. “Tribune Lucas, I would appreciate your support. Keep me upright, won't you?”

He chuckled, patting her hand. “Lean on me, my lady. I’ll get you to His Majesty in one piece.”

Six guards supported a white canopy which symbolized virginity. The irony wasn't lost on Elaine. Golden tassels trembled in the light as Lucas guided her beneath. Mara and Gloria held her train as the procession began to move forward.

She shuffled along, afraid of tripping. Her white sandals darted in and out from under the dress’ sparkling, purple hem. She did lean on Lucas’ arm and was grateful for his assistance. For without it, her wobbly knees threatened to buckle. Her hands shook, fear growing as she passed through the compound.

When the throne room's double doors came into view, Elaine stopped short.

Lucas glanced over, confusion on his bearded face. “My lady, are you well?”

“I can’t do this. Everyone in there knows that I’m not good enough for him.”

He chuckled rather harshly. “If anything, you are too good for Gavin. I would have wed you myself if I had gotten to you first. Pity that such beauty will be wasted on the throne.”

Elaine narrowed her eyes. “That is a strange thing to say. What do you mean?”

He blinked and shook his head.“Nothing. I...I apologize, my lady. I'm not sure what came over me. Well, this is where I must leave you. It's time for your entrance.”

Putting his peculiar comments aside, she accepted a bouquet of red roses and trailing vines. Her hands clutched the bouquet, their trembling hidden underneath fragrant blooms. Lucas signaled to the sentries who pushed open the doors.

She inhaled sharply, lifting her chin high.

Choir music filled the compound with heavenly music as the guests stood to welcome the bride's arrival. Her eyes darted frantically, desperate to catch a glimpse of Gavin. When he stepped into view, flanked by Antonius, her hands ceased their shaking. Across the vast space between them, his emerald gaze bore into her heart.

Dressed in a purple toga, he wore a laurel wreath upon his blonde head.

Emboldened, she stepped forward. The canopy bearers and bridesmaids kept careful step with her, taking all nine persons closer to where he stood. His face was soft and loving, graced by a delighted smile meant only for her. The choir’s voices fell silent as she mounted the four steps leading to his side.

As was his duty, Antonius took her hand, taking her from under the virginal canopy. Her eyes didn’t waver from Gavin while her fingers were guided into his warm grasp. Courage surged up her arm, conquering the anxiety which coursed through her veins.

They broke eye contact long enough to walk up a second staircase onto the throne platform. Two candlesticks graced a ceremonial table draped by red fabric. In the middle was one, large, unlit candle. Each taking a stick in hand, the bridal couple lit the central candle together. Two flames ignited into one, a symbol of their shared love and eternal commitment.

With tender hands, Gavin lifted the lacy veil, revealing his bride anew. Shimmering, his eyes betrayed the deep love behind them. Gloria took Elaine’s bouquet so she could join hands with her beloved.

A complete hush fell over those assembled.

“I, Gavinicius, before these witnesses, have chosen this worthy woman, the Lady Elaina, to be my wedded wife. From this day forward, let my vow be remembered for all time. May my love for her never be questioned or denied. By all that which is holy, I make this solemn vow.”

Taking a deep breath, Elaine made the practiced response. “I, Elaina, before these witnesses, pledge my obedience and undying love to Gavinicius, the man of my free choice. From this day forward, let my vow be remembered for all time. May my love for him never be questioned or denied. By all that which is holy, I make this solemn vow.”

Unfurling a parchment scroll tied with a purple ribbon, Antonius laid it across the table.

With a wink, Gavin plucked a long, white feather from his left wing. She shook her head, hiding a smile. Dipping the quill into ink, he signed his name on the marriage contract. She followed, carefully executing a flawless signature.

Hand in hand, the wedded couple walked past the table, faced the guests and sat upon dual thrones.

With a smart salute, Antonius faced the crowd. “I have the honor of presenting for the first time together, His Majesty, Emperor Gavinicius, and Novus' new queen, Empress Consort Elaina! Long life, happiness and wisdom be wished upon our noble rulers.”

“Hail to the emperor! Hail to the queen!” the crowd chanted, rising from their seats.

Applause and cheers erupted, everyone present rejoicing in their emperor’s union. A line was organized for each guest to congratulate the royal couple. Though touched by these kind sentiments, Elaine grew restless, wanting to have her new husband to herself. That wish won’t come true for awhile, unfortunately.

Once the receiving line evaporated past, the couple were ushered into the compound’s restaurant dining hall. All the tables had been pushed together into one long surface and draped in white tablecloths. The finest china, gold cutlery and glass crystal decorated the surface. Eight enormous vases of flower arrangements lined the center.

At the head of the table, Gavin held out her chair. As he took the seat on her right, she noticed a wince pass across his handsome face. Worried that the strenuous day was hurting his health, she sought his hand.

“Dear one, are you feeling bad?”

He smiled, squeezing and kissing her fingers. “With you as my wife at last, I couldn’t be better, my love. But I’m yearning to be alone.”

“I’ve been wishing the same,” she whispered with a quiet giggle. “Patience, my husband. I’ll make your wait worthwhile.”

“I should hope so.” He grinned.

The first course was laid before them, a thin soup which prepared the stomach for subsequent delights. Elaine’s concern grew as the feast wore on for another two hours. Gavin ate precious little, choosing to sip red wine instead. He became more pale though she was probably the only person to notice. Under the table, she kept a supportive hand on his thigh.

At last, the banquet was nearing its end and their departure could be made.

This next tradition she thought to be a charming one and a lovely tribute. The guests filed out, creating a path to the marital bedchambers. The couple walked under a purple canopy this time.

Elaine gripped her husband's arm as they moved forward. A faint limp trembled through Gavin’s seven foot frame with each step. He smiled down at her, promises and assurances in his green gaze. On either side, the guests touched their garments as they passed by.

When the canopy halted before the emperor’s chambers, there was a final wedding tradition passed down from Ancient Rome.

Gavin stooped, whisking his bride into his strong arms. Elaine laughed, hanging onto his neck. He stepped over the threshold and the double doors were clicked shut behind them. Their mouths met in a tender kiss.

Blessed silence embraced the room as she was set gently upon her feet. Able to relax, he leaned on a chairback, his eyes closed. Sweat beaded his brow. Her concerns had been well founded.

“Oh, my poor dear, come sit on the bed,” she exclaimed, doing her best to support his swaying weight. “You shouldn’t have picked me up. I shouldn’t have let you do it.”

“It’s a tradition and you are light as a feather...” He slumped onto the edge of the mattress, cradling his head. “I’m dizzy, that’s all. Nothing to worry about.”

“Nonsense, stay there, darling. I'll be right back.”

She hurried into the bathroom and wet a soft towel in cool water. He had stretched out on the bed, still clothed in all of his oppressive finery. His eyes were shut, jaw clenching through pain. She dabbed gently at his dear face and neck, wicking away the sweat.

He smiled, opening eyes troubled by discomfort. “You shouldn’t have to serve me on our wedding night. I’m sorry for this, dear girl.”

“Shh, rest now. My place is by your side in health or sickness.”

“I’m certainly feeling sick. I thought I could make it through the day without my strength failing us.”

“And you did. We have all the time in the world to enjoy each other now. Just we two.” She checked his forehead. “I don't think you have a fever but I should summon Doctor Galenius.”

“Nah, sleep is all I need to feel better.” He said, waving a dismissive hand. “Could you give me a couple pain pills that he left me?”

“Of course, I'll get a glass of cold water for you to take them. Then I'll get those heavy robes off. You'll sleep more comfortably.”

Once he had taken the pills, she worked at unwinding the purple toga from his body. His laurel wreath, armbands and imperial crest were removed as well. He was left in only a white tunic and covered with the warm duvet.

With a sigh, he closed his eyes and had fallen into a healing slumber within minutes.

Brushing a soft kiss upon his lips, she retreated to change her own clothes. A knee-length, blue negligee was chosen. Her amber hair hung in silky clouds about her shoulders. Nothing was worn underneath for her husband's easy access later. She smiled, knowing he would be greatly pleased.

Tired herself, she slipped under the sheets next to him. To avoid hurting his wounds by accident, she kept a distance between them. The day had drained her. Listening to his gentle breathing, she fell asleep.

At some point later, Gavin rolled towards her. An arm fell across her waist, his fingers intertwining with hers. A contented sigh warmed her neck. Warm and safe, she went back to sleep within her husband's embrace.

Deep in the night, she awoke feeling rested. Gavin’s heat warmed her back. By his breathing, she could tell he was awake. Warm fingers grasped her gown, bunching the blue silk around her thighs. A calloused hand slipped underneath, finding the softness of her belly. Pretending to be asleep, she waited breathlessly to see how far this seduction might go.

Her body tingled, yearning to turn into him. He stirred behind her, pressing closer. His long fingers rubbed circles along her abdomen, moving upwards. Her breath quickened despite her best efforts to stay silent.

Suddenly, he captured a full breast in his hand. She reared back against him, gasping and trembling. He chuckled, pulling her chin around. His head dipped to kiss her. Her world melded into her husband’s will. Only his scent...his touch...his eyes...his voice.

He leaned away, letting her breathe. “Elaine, my darling, you are so beautiful. And completely mine for eternity.”

“I have thanked God every day for such a blessing. Never has a man been so pleasing to my eyes or my heart.”

“Have you slept enough for now?”

“I doubt I have a choice,” she giggled, “Did you have something else in mind?”

He chuckled, slipping a hand beneath her neck. “We haven’t coupled since that day at the creek. Do you remember?”

“Yes, I remember,” she whispered, looking down at his chest. “I told you then that I couldn’t bear your children.”

He shook his head. “I didn’t care and still don’t. You have always been enough.”

Excitement trembled through her muscles. “You may care now. I spoke to Doctor Galenius but was waiting until our wedding night to tell you what he said.”

A frown creasing his brow, he propped himself on an elbow. “What aren't you telling me? Are you ill?”

“No, nothing of that sort. I told him everything that I knew about my infertility. He conducted an examination to make a proper diagnosis.”

“And?”

She smiled. “There wasn't anything wrong with me that he could see. He said there are many cures for barren women on Novus. When we are ready to have a child, I am to visit him again and he will help us to conceive.”

His eyes widening, Gavin stared at her in disbelief. “He is certain of this?”

“You can speak to him yourself but, yes, he seemed very confident. I will be able to give you an heir...after all.”

“Oh, my darling, I do love you,” he whispered, his arms encircling her. “You are all I have ever wanted, child or no child.”

“I want so badly to bear you a son.”

“I know you do, my love, but understand that I'm still happy no matter what. Alright?”

“But you do want a child, don't you?”

“Yes, I would like to have a son or daughter if it's possible.” He hesitated, choosing his words. “However, if the doctor is wrong, I would rather not put such pressure on you.”

“I'll conceive a child. Such a precious gift can't be beyond our reach.”

He smiled and kissed her hard. “Should we get started then? I've waited long enough to have you, woman.”

He gathered her gown and she raised her arms, letting it slide off. Lustful passion burned in his eyes. Anticipation tingled through her. She lay naked before him, waiting for his next move. He slid off the bed and faced her in the dim light. She watched lazily as he removed the tunic separating them. His male beauty took her breath away as her arms welcomed him back.

His loins surging, he kissed her throat, between her breasts, down her belly and explored further. She clutched at the sheets, unable to stop her cries. Grinning, he crawled back up to kiss her again. Her legs encircled his waist and trapped him. Pleasure filled her where she needed it most.

His wings fluttered frantically as he gasped, grasping the headboard for support. She breathed kisses on his face, begging him to claim her. When his arms grew tired of holding his weight, he gripped her waist and rolled over. Now on top straddling his hips, she fell against him. His wings circled around her back, holding her in a ticklish vice.

Trapped between this feathery cocoon and his bare chest, she was helpless and unwilling to resist his desire. Pleasure was taken from her until his final cry seared through her body. Unable to do anything but kiss him, she received everything that he gave her womb.

In a tangle of wings, arms and legs, she gasped for breath. He grinned up at her, looking every bit like the cat who ate the canary. She laughed while kissing him. He guided her down to his side. His wings enfolded their naked bodies, keeping them warm and comfortable.

At peace, she traced an imaginary map on his chest, kissing a freckle here or there. Then her attention gravitated to the longer flight feathers brushing her buttocks. His wings were ever an angelic sight to behold. He nuzzled her neck as she fingered a new feather, downy in its infancy.

“They are growing back. You'll be able to fly soon, I should think.”

“Hmm...” he grunted as his teeth grazed her earlobe. “There isn't anywhere I wish to go right now.”

She giggled, letting her head fall back to meet his twinkling eyes. “Have you ever wondered how any of this can be real? How I could go from being a prostitute to the wife of an angel?”

“My lady, couldn’t we leave philosophy for the morning? I haven’t finished with you yet.”

“Don't tell me that you're ready to go again?” She laughed outright. “I'm shattered already.”

“You'll have to keep up with me, I'm afraid...there are many hours left to fill.”

He swallowed her giggle as his hands began a new quest along her body. A more intense time followed, accentuated by mutual ecstasy. She writhed under his talented fingers, unable to escape the delicious torture.

Within his wings, her body undulated wildly. His erratic heartbeat pounded against her ears. When the moment drew close, she urged him onward, repeating his precious name. His wings fell away as ecstasy gripped their bodies. Unable to control her limbs, she sank her teeth into his nearest shoulder.

When the pleasure ebbed away, she released him with a gasp. “I’m...s...sorry. Did I...hurt you?”

He took several deep, shuddering breaths before answering. “No, you couldn’t, my precious girl. Wow, I'm the one who needs a break this time.”

“I made a spectacle out of myself,” she said, her face growing hot. “I acted like a slut.”

“We are married. Enjoying each other should be an incredible feat.” He grinned down at her. “You were so arousing though, bucking and thrashing like a wild cat. I love this crazy side of you.”

“Gavin, you shouldn't tease me. I didn't mean to act that way.”

“And I'm saying that was the best sex we've ever had.” He kissed her damp hair. “Before, you were holding yourself back. I could feel it. Tonight, you held nothing from me.”

“You did all the work though. That isn’t quite fair.”

“Oh, I see. You weren’t satisfied with my performance?” He put an arm behind his head, mischief glinting in his eyes. “Once I've rested, we can keep trying until you have no complaints.”

Giggling, she rose onto an elbow over him. “I was perfectly satisfied but I should have a chance to pleasure you next time. To worship your body like you did mine.”

He drew her down on his chest and pulled the duvet over their weary bodies. “As you wish, dear girl. But only the next time. Much of my enjoyment is watching your beautiful face while you lay there.”

She smiled against his neck, kissing him there before laying her head upon his shoulder. Sleep tugged at her eyelids. A yawn unhinged her jaw. His large hand rested on her hip, sweet breath wafting over her shoulder.

If not heaven, this must be as close as one may get.