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Inspired by rewatching the movie Alatriste, but the characters are not Arturo Pérez-Reverte's. Feel free to use your imagination.
“Are you alone?”
You nod. Gone is the high and mighty attitude of before. You are still a nobleman, nobody can take that away from you, but in the solitude of your rooms, when there is no one there but you and me, you drop your guard and your shy smile is soft and inviting.
It has been a long day for both of us and you look tired, despite your splendid robes.
I on the other hand, look like a beggar compared to you in my worn out, too often repaired clothes. I am your bodyguard, your protector, your servant; the one who has taken care of your every need since you were old enough to walk out in the world on your own. Your parents hired me years back, before your father died in a duel and your mother of consumption and although you always protested that you didn’t need a guardian, you more than welcomed my company.
Now I will need to share you with her. Your new wife.
It is a marriage of convenience of course. She has money and you have none. She is beautiful and you have a title. One she will be able to give to her children and grandchildren. Gran Conde. A noble title in our beloved
You are nervous because she expects you to consummate the marriage like holy Catholic law commands. I know for a fact that you have never been with a woman before, although we have never talked about it.
“I do not want to go to her,” you whisper as I come closer.
“You have to,” I reply regretfully. I move into your personal space, something I would only do in public if there was a need to whisper private information to you, but there is no one else here.
“I will not know what to do.”
I smile slightly. “It is not that different really.”
If I had not caressed your cheek with my hand, I am sure you would have panicked. You look up at the ceiling and I see how hard it is for you to stay in control of your emotions.
I try to smile reassuringly. “She is untouched. She will not know what to expect. Treat her with kindness and respect and you will find it arouses her passion. That way she might help you along as well. It is for the greater good, my love.”
I let my lips ghost over yours, let my whiskers caress your smoothly shaven skin. “I will wait for you here.”
You nod as you look me in the eye. I can tell you want to say something, but you cannot find the words.
“I will always wait for you here. Tuya para siempre.”
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Added you to my circle ;-)
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