This is the story in my head that is clamoring to be written...and so I shall write it. I know there are other stories that need my attention but I do hope you'll make a place for this one as well. A synopsis after chapter one.
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Much love, Cat
"I will never love you," she said coldly as he carried her down the hall. He said nothing. Incensed, she glared up at his unshaken countenance. Imagine her, the great beauty of the goddesses married off to this horrid, lumbering beast. Well, lumbering wasn't really fair. He spent a good deal of his time hunched over to better hear what was being said because of his great height. In fact, he moved quite gracefully for a man of his size. But then she wasn't in the mood to be fair or charitable. There would be time for that in the next few hundred years. If, and it was a big if, she decided to forgive him by then. "Did you hear me? I said..."
He barely glanced down at her before bending slightly to undo the latch on the door and carry her into the bedroom. "I heard," he replied.
His apparent commitment to never uttering more than a few words to her would have been comical if it weren't so damn aggravating. She thought that the recitation of their vows had been the most she had heard him speak in the couple thousand years she'd known him. Gently, he lowered her to the floor, setting her lightly on her feet. She pushed roughly at his chest when he tried to steady her as she tripped over the long fabric of her gown. Consequentially, she almost toppled over and pulled him down over her. Too angry to think straight, she had forgotten their wrists were still linked. 'Untie us!" she demanded.
Silently, he obeyed, lifting his wrist and thereby hers, and beginning to slip the interwoven ribbons though each other. Everyone at the wedding had marveled over the intricacy and delicacy of the gold alloy fashioned in an elaborate pattern to symbolize the unbreakable bond between them. She had been too busy wondering how she would survive being married to an elm tree. What right had he to be so solid anyway? He felt like a wall of granite reinforced with steel beams. The least the man could do was shift a little when she threw her entire weight against him. But no, she had married a mountain.
By the time she had finished her internal ranting he had undone the ties and was laying the fabric-like mesh over the back of a chair. She cleared her throat. "Now if you'll just go I can..." she halted as she felt him undo the ties of her dress and slide it off her shoulders with the same care he had used in freeing their wrists. "What do you think you're...mmhmn...numph...urgh..." Her protests were stifled when he dropped a fairly chaste cotton nightgown over her head. Almost entirely shapeless on its own, like all garments, it couldn't help but mold to her curves, but the neckline that stopped at the base of her throat and the little puff sleeves were not intended to inspire lascivious thoughts. It was the kind of dress a girl would wear.
Distracted by the dress, she failed to realize he'd bent down with the intention of lifting her into his arms again. That was, until she felt his hand on the back of her thigh, preparing to scoop her up. She swatted his hands away. "I am not ready for bed yet. You may go to your own room now," she said sharply, as if ordering about a servant.
"I intend on sleeping with my wife," he said so matter-of-factly that it was as if he were discussing something that had already happened.
Ignoring her squirming, he picked her up and lay her down on the bed, tucking the covers around her. Crossing to the opposite side, he sat on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes. Grudgingly she admitted that she found herself impressed by the slabs of muscle exposed when he finally pulled his tunic over his head. She hadn't believed that all that bulk was muscle...but it was. No wonder he was so immovable. Despite herself, her fingers itched to touch his skin, to see if it was as smooth as the polished marble it appeared to be.
She felt no reason to avert her eyes as he finished undressing, never having made her past affairs and experience a secret and enjoying the male form. At least now she knew he was well-proportioned. Laying back, she tensed herself for the feel of his rough, callused hands, prepared to give him proper set-down if he dared to touch her, but he just slid under the covers and turned on his side, facing away from her.
"What are you doing?" she snapped at him.
"Sleeping with my wife," he replied. She could have almost sworn she heard a smile in his voice at the end of that sentence. But that was impossible. Mountains didn't have a sense of humor. She closed her eyes and allowed herself a smirk. She had never before slept, and just slept, with a man. Trust the Fates to make the first and only one her husband.
Well, I hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed thinking it up and writing it down. This will be the newest story to join my canon. I will reveal in the next chapter more about the characters, but I wanted to write this intro first.
Please tell me what you thought of it.
Much love, Cat