Istana Elysvarre — First Bedroom
The Night After the Grand Wedding
The moonlight filtered through the silk curtains that swayed gently, creating a romantic atmosphere filled with emotion. The scent of violet roses and sandalwood incense permeated the air, enveloping the night in a mystical ambiance reminiscent of a fairytale. On the silver-white canopied bed, Fitran and Sheena stood facing each other, their hearts racing as they took in the significance of the moment. Behind them, the door was tightly closed, the outside world faded away, and only this night felt real, as if time had stopped just for them.
Sheena bit her lip softly, a sense of anxiety enveloping her heart like a warm fog. Her trembling fingers touched Fitran's chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, like the pulse of the universe accompanying their love story that was just beginning—her dream that was now a tangible reality, standing before her. Each second felt like an eternity as she faced Fitran's deep and mysterious eyes, as if entwined in the intricate tapestry of fate that had long been written.
"I... am finally entirely yours," she whispered in a trembling voice, expressing profound vulnerability. Her voice carried both fear and hope, held captive in a melody of cherished promises, as if each word was her heartfelt vow before fate.
Fitran did not respond. Instead, he gazed at Sheena, tracing the contours of her flushed face, a result of her nervousness. Every time his eyes met Sheena's, he felt a magical tremor coursing through him—not from ignorance, but from a profound emotion that was almost frightening, like sensing a torrent of electricity flowing between them.
"I'm scared," Sheena said again, her voice almost a whisper. "Not scared of you. But scared that I might love you too deeply. Scared... that tonight I might lose control. That I could... destroy you." Tears began to well up in her eyes, symbolizing her struggle against such overwhelming feelings.
Fitran lifted his chin, compelling her to look at him, as if ensuring that nothing could divert her gaze from his face. "You will not destroy me," he said softly, his words as gentle as morning dew. "I have chosen this pain. The pain that comes with loving you." In his heart, he felt that every wound inflicted between them would ultimately become an unexpected source of strength, solidifying the bond that had formed in the fires of vulnerability and trust.
Sheena sobbed, a wave of guilt enveloping her thoughts, as if she were the cause of all the pain Fitran might feel. Her fingers now traced the line of Fitran's jaw, trembling as she began to unbutton her husband's wedding cloak. Each button that came undone seemed to draw them closer to an inevitable fate, revealing layers of their emotions. One by one, the buttons opened, unveiling Fitran's warm skin beneath the moonlight, glowing softly, highlighting the love and sacrifice intertwined between them, as if the universe itself blessed their bond.
"If I become your curse, will you still want me?" she asked, her voice trembling like leaves caught in the night's breeze, signaling a profound vulnerability. "If I become an obsession you can't escape, will you still love me?"
Fitran leaned in closer to Sheena's ear, his breath caressing her skin like a gentle breeze as dusk approached. "I don't want a tame love," he whispered, his soft voice carrying an intense fire, creating a bond deeper than mere physicality. Both felt the rhythm of their heartbeats in sync, as if the universe bore witness to their connection woven in an unspoken longing.
With a gentle tug, he opened Sheena's dress. The white silk cascaded to the floor, revealing the trembling body of the queen, not from the cold, but from the overwhelming strength of emotion, as if the silence of the night allowed them to experience the forbidden magic. Each fallen piece of fabric felt like it erased the boundaries between them, unveiling the vulnerability and power hidden within each of them.
Sheena's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but there was a flame within them. A flame of possession. A flame of fear of loss. And, more than anything—a flame for full acceptance. She felt the pulse of love urging her to step further, into the abyss of emotions she had never ventured into before.
"I want you to be mine," she whispered, her words flowing with longing like blood through veins. "Not just your body, but your soul, your destiny, even your will." She felt the fiery passion imbuing every word she spoke, as if nothing mattered more than fully possessing Fitran, becoming one soul in one body.
Fitran did not pull back. He nodded and then kissed Sheena on the forehead. In that moment, he felt a strong bond forming, a promise that transcended mere words. "Take it all," he said, his tone resonating with a depth that surpassed ordinary meaning. "I have belonged to you even before we met." This feeling of certainty flowed like magic, binding their souls in an unavoidable destiny.
Sheena pulled him onto the bed. On the satin fabric that caressed their skin, their bodies united, trembling as if summoned by a supernatural force that bound them. Their first kiss was a declaration of war against doubt, a call to unite in a blaze of passionate love. Sheena's lips were eager, trailing over Fitran's neck and chest, leaving marks of ownership. Her fingers clutched Fitran's back, striving to pour her love into every muscle line and heartbeat, as though she wished to merge completely with the presence she adored.
Fitran responded with a lingering kiss on Sheena's shoulder, his eyes sparkling with desire. "Tell me," he urged, his voice soft yet infused with an irresistible charm that demanded the truth. "That you want this. Not as a duty of a queen, but as Sheena." His inner cry echoed, seemingly pleading for her to feel the same intensity of longing, a victim of an unexpected love.
Sheena pulled her face back, their eyes locking with a blazing intensity as if the world around them had vanished. "I don't want to be a queen tonight. I just want to be the woman who loves you."
As Fitran entered her, Sheena let out a soft moan, her gentle voice awakening a storm of emotions within Fitran's heart. It was not out of pain, but from the release of a desire that had been held back for too long. Their bodies moved in a slow rhythm, each sigh and touch weaving a part of the unforgettable symphony of the night. With every movement, Sheena felt the magical strength of their love merging, flowing like moonlight touching the surface of water.
In the midst of their togetherness, Sheena embraced Fitran tightly, her lips against his ear, as her heart whispered, "If the world takes you from me, I will burn that world down. I will kill anyone who tries to separate us." In her gaze reflected a deep resolve, as if the magic emanating from her very being was ready to illuminate the night with an unquenchable fire of love.
Fitran did not threaten or soothe her. He simply responded, his voice raspy yet firm, filled with insatiable desire. "And I will let you. Because even my death... will remain a part of your love." Each word that left his lips was like a spell, binding them in an inseparable bond.
Their movements grew more urgent, breaths became heavy, Fitran's heart raced as if it responded to Sheena's soul's call. The bed creaked, mingling with their moans and whispers of each other's names. Sweat drenched their intertwined bodies, but they did not care, lost in an eternity that was theirs alone to enjoy.
When they finally reached the peak, Sheena cried, silent tears flowing down her cheeks, reflecting all the love and pain they had endured together. Fitran, sensing the depth of her emotions, kissed her tenderly, cradling her face as if to ensure that this moment would be eternal, tasting the salty essence that held a meaning deeper than words. In their embrace, the outside world faded away; only one reality remained—love born from sacrifice.
They lay there, their bodies still entwined, breaths quickening and beating in intimate harmony. Each heartbeat felt in sync, showing the rhythm of their profound love, as if the outside world had vanished and only the two of them existed in this sacred moment. It was a union not just of bodies, but of souls intertwining in a dance of devotion and connection.
Outside, the moon bears witness to their fidelity. Its silver light frames two souls who are now bound not only by law or blood, but in their deepest desire, as if an unseen force unites two hearts in an unspoken promise under a sky full of stars.
Fitran caressed Sheena's cheek. "From this night on, no fate can separate us. I will fight against the gods, the world, even the void itself, if that's what it takes to be with you." His voice was resolute, a promise laced with the intensity of his feelings, sealing their shared commitment in that intimate moment.
Sheena nodded, her eyes shimmering, and her heart raced. "And if you fall," she whispered, wrapping her courage into every word, "I will fall with you."
Fitran kissed Sheena's hair, inhaling the scent of roses and sandalwood that now mingled with their own bodies. He closed his eyes, as if trying to gather every detail so that this memory would remain eternal. "Every inch of you is my life," he whispered, his voice filled with longing and commitment.
Sheena whispered back, her voice hoarse yet stronger than before.
"Promise me something."
Fitran opened his eyes, his heart racing faster. "What?" he asked, sensing the tension in Sheena's tone.
"If one day I become something frightening... something that can no longer love you like I do tonight..." Her voice trembled, tears beginning to well up in her beautiful eyes. "Kill me. With your own hands." She looked at Fitran with a sincerity that pierced his heart.
Fitran held his breath. He wanted to argue, but he knew Sheena was serious. Every word that escaped her lips was a reflection of the uncertainty shadowing their love. In his mind, he imagined the monsters that could snatch his soul away from Sheena, and it tore at his heart. He understood their world was full of magic, curses, and wills that could twist anyone.
But his answer was simply, "I would rather be destroyed by you than destroy you." His voice was firm, imbued with infinite sacrifice, creating an emotional tension that stirred the heart. He held Sheena's hand, feeling her racing heartbeat merge with his own, as if they were one soul separated in two bodies, complementing each other in a genuine love.
Sheena lifted her face, her violet eyes shimmering with tears as she looked at Fitran. "Don't be a coward. I know you can fight against the gods. Fight against the void. Even time. But if I... become your enemy, I want you to be my executioner."
Fitran cupped Sheena's cheek, forcing her to focus. "Listen to me, Sheena. I don't love you because you are perfect or because you are good. I love you... even if you become a monster. Even if the world calls you a curse." He felt his heartbeat quickening, each word he spoke felt like a spell cast to bind them together in a shared destiny.
Sheena's tears fell, each drop seeming to carry hope and fear. "Why are you so foolish...? Why must we sacrifice everything?" Her voice trembled with emotion, radiating uncertainty and longing.
"Because love that judges is not love. And I... I am not searching for salvation. I am searching for meaning. You." Fitran gazed deeply at Sheena, conveying his resolute intent, as the gentle night breeze seemed to carry their message across the universe.
Sheena bit her lip, feeling the obsession in her heart swelling. This man... the only one not afraid of the darkness within her, the only one who gave her the strength to fight. She felt a resurgence of newfound strength, as if a spell born from their love flowed between them. "Then," Sheena whispered with a trembling voice, "I also make my vow. If the world separates us... I will shatter that world." She emphasized each word, etching her promise in her heart like ancient runes on the walls of a kingdom.
She pulled a small ring from the chain around her neck—a worn ring that had once been her mother's heirloom. She slipped it onto Fitran's finger, feeling the cold metal touch his skin.
"This ring is not just a symbol of royalty. It represents my unwavering will," she said with fervent determination, realizing how profound her sacrifice for this love was. It echoed the legacy of commitment passed down from generations, reflecting both her past and her future intertwined with Fitran.
Fitran allowed it, feeling a wave of warmth flow between them. They absorbed each other's strength, building an invisible bridge that connected their souls.
"I will not be a queen who submits to the law or morality," Sheena continued, her gaze alight with passion and purpose, embodying the essence of a true ruler driven by love. "I will be a queen who submits to my love for you." Each word she spoke was filled with conviction, echoing in the stillness, like the gentle voice of the wind whispering secrets to the hospitable moon.
Fitran pulled Sheena back into his embrace. They lay silently for a long time, relishing each other's warmth in the soothing stillness. Sheena's fingers resting on Fitran's chest felt like a spell enveloping their souls, binding them to eternity. In the night sky, the stars seemed to recede, as if time itself was honoring their vow.
The dark sky shimmered with vibrating light, creating an almost magical atmosphere, reflecting the unspoken feelings between them. Then Fitran spoke softly, his voice quivering with deep intensity:
"Then tonight... we are not just newlyweds. We are two wills choosing to transcend. Even if that will ultimately destroys us."
He gazed into Sheena's eyes, which sparkled like stars in the night sky, mirroring desire and resilience. Sheena closed her eyes, holding him tightly, as if trying to absorb his very essence.
"I am willing," she whispered, her voice filled with desire and surrender, as if it were something precious agreed upon by their souls intertwined.
Outside, the wind carried whispers inaudible to ordinary ears: "The vow spoken tonight will shake a fate that even the strongest wills dare not change or oppose." It served as a powerful reminder of the immense strength of the commitment made in this sacred moment, intertwining their destinies forever.
The wind rustled softly, as if witnessing and overseeing their commitment, imbuing the night with a sense that what transpired was far more than just a promise, but rather the presence of a higher power accompanying them.
The next morning.
When he opened the blanket, he found Sheena was not there. His heart trembled, feeling the emptiness in the room that should have been filled with her gentle presence. He lay back on the bed and began to close his eyes again until he caught a whiff of cooking. The enticing aroma brought back memories of sweet moments between them, filled with laughter and longing. Fitran hurried to shower and followed the source of the smell, his heart racing with hope. He was astonished to find Sheena cooking. Although everything she touched did not turn to gold, her presence seemed to transform the entire world around them into something more radiant.
"How could this happen?" Fitran asked, his voice filled with disbelief and a hint of concern. He observed Sheena with bated breath, his eyes reflecting the worry that all this magic might be fleeting.
"When I woke up after touching the glass, it didn't turn to gold," Sheena replied, her smile masking the anxiety in her voice, though her eyes betrayed a longing that echoed the depth of their shared dreams and hopes for the future.
"I can't wait to devour your cooking," Fitran exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with newfound enthusiasm. His hunger stemmed not just from the food, but from Sheena's presence that always made him feel alive.
He then took a seat at the long dining table, feeling a disconnect from Sheena despite their close proximity. Sheena had already set out several dishes, each one filled with deep hope and love. Together, they enjoyed breakfast, even though the distance between them felt vast. In their hearts, an invisible yet powerful bond intertwined, as if every second spent together was a priceless sacrifice.
"This table is too long," Fitran complained, his eyes watching the flickering candlelight under the dim glow. A faint smile appeared on Sheena's face, but there was an underlying doubt reflected in her loving gaze, as if she could sense the profound emotions connecting them.
"And there are so many empty seats," Fitran continued, feeling his heart race each time Sheena drew closer, even though the physical distance between them seemed vast.
"Don't worry," Sheena said as she approached Fitran and sat in his lap, making the world around them feel like it disappeared. The warmth of her body sparked a fire in Fitran's heart, like a magical spell that left him enchanted.
"Let's have many children until the whole room is filled with noise," Sheena added, laughing, her voice ringing sweetly like a melody in the middle of the night. Fitran's face flushed, his feelings a mix of happiness and worry, as if their future depended on this hopeful and loving moment.
Fitran could only sit in silence, sipping tea and enjoying the fragrant aroma enveloping them. In his mind, he envisioned confronting all the challenges of being a father. Sheena might not know the experience of carrying and giving birth, but Fitran could feel the weight of that responsibility growing heavier.
"How's my cooking?" Sheena said, her eyes shining with hope as she awaited the praise that would bolster her confidence, an emotional validation she craved as she aimed to weave her love into every dish.
"It's delicious," Fitran replied, showering her with compliments while trying to convey his affection with every word. Sheena's smile widened, and the sparkle on her face made his heart race.
"Really?" Sheena asked, glaring at Fitran, a look of satisfaction evident on her face, as if all this cooking was an expression of love she wanted to share.
"Yes," Fitran answered, feeling ensnared by Sheena's charm, and his guilt began to fade.
"That's good," Sheena said as she got up from Fitran's lap, as if their world revolved around that warmth.
"One more," Sheena said, her voice trembling softly like the whispering wind on a peaceful night.
"After this, I will show you something," she continued, her eyes shining with mystery, hinting at a secret that would change them forever.
"What is it?" Fitran asked, curiosity bubbling up inside him, bringing a new sense of enthusiasm.
"The secret of this land.", Sheena replied, her voice trembling with significance, and at that moment, Fitran felt a magical bond forming between them, as if their world were filled with endless possibilities.