“What do you mean?” She smiles at me with genuine curiosity, and I shake my head, leaning down to kiss one of her breasts.
“You have a wedding to plan, my Giselle.” I take a nipple into my mouth and let it out with a pop. “I personally have no care in the world about a formal wedding. But I’m sure you’d like to have something nice.”
“Mmmmm?” she murmurs, her eyelids half open.
I move my mouth to her other breast and give it the same treatment. “Tomorrow is as long as I’ll give you. And I won’t wait another day.”
“Tomorrow?” Her voice is a little shocked this time as she tries to sit up.
“Relax, princess. I’ve got enough servants and money to make all things possible. Your wish is their command. All you have to do is ask and it will appear.”
“But I don’t know the first thing about weddings. I don’t want it to be silly.” There is a look of sadness in her eyes, and I don’t like it.
“Everything you do is perfect. Every choice you make will be the law of my queen, and no one would dare think less of it. You are kind, and loving, and those who witness our marriage blessing will be lucky to be in attendance.”
She reaches up and runs her fingers through my hair. “You really are perfect, you know?”
“I love you, Giselle, and I don’t mean to disrespect your family. But they left you out in the middle of nowhere with a father who wasn’t very social, a brother who has no clue how to rule, a mother who abandoned you, and sisters who married off as soon as they could.”
She turns her head away, but I grab her chin and make her look at me.
“You are special, princess. You are one of a kind, and they didn’t see it like I do. They mean nothing to me because they didn’t care for you the way they should have, and for that I will never forgive them. You turned out wonderful in spite of them, not because of them, and for that I will not seek vengeance on your family. But I will not allow you to think for one second that you are not worthy of all that you are owed. You are to sit by my side on the throne and show my kingdom what a true queen is.”
I place a soft kiss on her lips and wipe away a stray tear.
“A queen who is pure of heart and brave. A queen who is kind and loyal to her king. That is what I want my people to see. And tomorrow at sunset, I will present you to my people. And it will be the proudest moment of my life.”
“How do you manage to be such a big brute but say the sweetest things?” She rubs her hands along my chest, and I want to purr at the sensation. I love when she pets me.
“It’s easy to praise the woman I love. You deserve everything your heart desires.” I kiss her fingertips, and her green eyes sparkle. “Tell me something I can do for you.”
She pretends to think for a second and then grins at me. “I am kind of hungry.”
I smile and kiss my way down her body before I stop at her belly. I hate leaving her warmth, but some needs other than my own must be met.
“I shall feed you,” I say to the tender skin just above her pussy.
She wiggles under me, and I sit up and take a moment to look at the sight. My perfect, beautiful bride. I can’t wait to make her my queen.
Chapter 11
Giselle
I turn and spin in the mirror, looking at myself. I watch the bottom of my dress flare out enough to see my little kitten heels.
“It’s a bit much, don’t you think?” the woman who brought the dresses for me to try on says. She brought other ones than the one I asked for. I think she did it in hopes I would choose something else, but when the rack was wheeled into the room I went right to it. The smile drops from my face as I look in the mirror again. I thought it was perfect. The golden dress is made of silk, and two ribbons across my shoulders hold the dress in place. The top is tight, molding to me down to the waist, where it flares out and the fabric is interspersed with cute little bunches of material. I look like Belle going to the ball.
I love that the bottom is so free and I would be able to move easily. I can dance and have fun in it. I lift my dress to look at my shoes. They look like glass, but the small heels are covered in diamonds. I thought it was perfect. I’ve always loved both the stories of Beauty and the Beast and Cinderella, and now I know why. I’m getting both in my king. The beast and the prince all rolled together into one.
“I think it’s perfect.” I spin around at the sound of Heavenly’s, Karim’s sister’s, voice. I haven’t met her in person yet, but we talked on the phone a few times yesterday. I run towards her, almost knocking her over when I hug her. She laughs, hugging me back and laughing.
“You can go,” I hear her say as I pull back. The stylist shuffles from the room. “Don’t listen to her. This is the dress we talked about you wanting, and that makes it perfect.” She reaches out, touching one of my brown curls. Her face breaks into a giant smile as her eyes fill with tears. You’re just perfect.” It feels like she’s talking about more than the dress.
I blush a little.
“I bet you knocked him right over when he saw you.”
I bite my lip, unsure of what to say. I can’t tell her he actually pinned me to a wall.
“I just came from his office. He’s different,” she says, coming farther into the room and sitting down in one of the comfy white chairs. “He was all smiles and…” She pauses and then shrugs. “A little regretful.”