*Warning* There will be some degradation in the upcoming parts. If you don't enjoy that, please don't read.

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His hand caressed her naked back as she laid back down on their king-sized bed, his icy orbs watching her. He pulled the nightgown away leaving her in her inners.

"Lucian, please kiss me," Amara mumbled as she let her arms wound around his neck and he smirked.

"My Queen gets what she wants," he rasped, feeling her body tingling under his touch.

His hand gently cradled her face, thumb tracing her cheek, while her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

The first touch of their lips was tentative, a soft brush that sends shivers down their spines. But the longing was too great, the desire too fierce. Their mouths collide again, this time with urgency, a clash of need and passion.

"Fuck baby, your lips are my favourite," Lucian whispered his favourite line as his lips moved hungrily against hers, exploring, tasting, devouring, while her lips responded with equal fervour, parting slightly to deepen the kiss.

As the kiss intensified, their breaths become ragged, and the heat between her thighs increased as she rubbed her core onto his bulge. Growling, he pinned her arms above her head and pulled away from her, making her whine.

Staring at her sweet condition, he noticed her beautiful face, her lips, slightly swollen and flushed a deep shade of pink. "You're under my mercy. You're my Queen, my goddess, and yet you're my whore. Don't try to control me, get it?" he growled as his eyes turned black with need as she bit her lips playfully.

"No, I don't get it. How about you show me?" she panted with sexual frustration, teasing him so that he would do what he usually does.

He chuckled and leaned down, whispering in her ear. "I'm going to fuck you hard, are you ready for that?"

Amara smiled in embarrassment, she couldn't help but get turned on by his husky voice and the degrading words. "Yes, please," she purred, her voice barely an audible whisper.

In minutes, their naked bodies clung together, and their hands explored each other as his hands did magic on her body while his mouth sent her to cloud nine.

"Mhmm fuck Luce, keep going," she moaned arching her back as his lips found her perky nipples, his saliva marking her as his.

He groaned, feeling her stickiness on his fingers as he fingered her softly yet harshly. "I don't plan on stopping my cock slut," he whispered on her chest as she shuddered underneath him, her eyes rolling back into her head.

His dick met her sweet savouring glistening pussy making him moan into her ear as he bucked his hips up slowly to let her adjust.

"God Luce, hurry up!" Amara pleaded as her sexual need was high, her already squirming state made him move a bit harshly.

As he started thrusting inside her, the bed creaked loudly, letting everyone outside the chamber know what was happening.

She cried out with pleasure as his huge dick destroyed her insides, she loved how he would arrange her guts every single time they fucked.

Their limbs pressed together as they messily smashed their lips together in a heated passion, chests heaving as his fingers played with her pretty nipples causing her to moan on top of her lungs. "I love when you're so vocal my whore," he mumbled on her lips as he pulled away and kept plunging into her.

Her hips rose up to meet his frantic, fiery thrusts as she gasped, clenching on his dick. "Oh Luce, I love you so much," she spoke, struggling with breath as her fervid body clung to his like a magnet.

"I love you as well baby," Lucian husked, his hips jolting her much harder than he wanted but he rocked her insides just like how she wanted.

He watched as her breasts jiggled with every blunt force, her face making him smirk. Eyes closed, glossed lips parted, and eyebrows furrowed with satisfaction.

The night wore on as the royal couple rode out their high and finally Lucian stopped with Amara on top of him, her head on his chest and his fingers lazily playing with her hair strands.

Neither of them spoke, content in the silence that followed their shared intimacy. Amara's fingers traced idle patterns along his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath, the subtle tension in his muscles as he held her. She felt utterly at peace as if the world outside their chamber had ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them in this cocoon of warmth and tenderness.

Lucian turned his head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. Amara closed her eyes, savouring the tenderness of the moment and the way his lips lingered against her hair as if he couldn't bear to pull away. His breath was warm and steady, mingling with the quiet crackle of the dying embers in the fireplace.

"Is my queen hurt?" he inquired softly, holding his goddess in his arms as she smiled sleepily.

Amara hummed in the silence. "No Luce, I'm not hurt. I feel great." Her voice was low and soft as she pulled away on her side to lay sideways while she thought about the outside world and its harshness.

Royal life was far from easy, but it was bearable as long as they stood together, united in their devotion. Their duties were endless, leaving little time for the intimacy they craved, yet they remained ever vigilant, a formidable pair in the face of their responsibilities.

Though the demands of the crown were foreign and overwhelming to Amara as she was new to this, Lucian made it his mission to ensure she felt not only safe but cherished, surrounding her with love and comfort amidst the grandeur and pressures of their world.

"Lost in thought again, my queen?" Lucian murmured against her ear, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Amara leaned back into him, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "Just... thinking about everything," she replied quietly, her gaze still fixed on the kingdom below. "It's hard to believe this is my life now."

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "It's our life now," Lucian corrected softly. "And you're doing better than you give yourself credit for."

"I still get scared," she admitted her voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I'm pretending... like I don't belong here."

Lucian's hold on her tightened as he rubbed her belly gently, his expression softening further. "You belong here with me, Amara," he said firmly. "You were always meant to be by my side. The crown may be heavy, but you don't have to carry it alone. I'm here, always."

She closed her eyes, letting his words soothe the lingering doubts in her heart. She turned in his arms to face him, her hands resting on his chest as she looked up into his eyes. "Thank you, Luce. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Lucian smiled a rare, genuine smile that made her heart flutter. "You'll never have to find out," he whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips.

Amara responded to the kiss, feeling the familiar warmth spread through her. When they pulled apart, she rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

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The grand hall was filled with the murmur of voices, a tapestry of power and influence woven together under the vaulted ceilings. Royals from neighbouring kingdoms, advisors, and dignitaries were gathered around the long, ornate table. Lucian sat at the head, his expression calm yet commanding, the mantle of kingship resting effortlessly on his broad shoulders. To his right sat Amara, her posture demure but poised, her eyes alert as she listened intently to the discussion.

"Your Majesty," Lord Everett began, his voice smooth and practiced, "Our negotiations with the Northern territories have been fruitful, but they seek a further reduction in tariffs to bolster their winter reserves. It's a delicate balance between generosity and maintaining our own resources."

Lucian nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed, Lord Everett. We must ensure our own people are not left wanting. However, a slight reduction could foster goodwill. My Queen, what are your thoughts on this?"

Amara, seated beside Lucian, straightened slightly. Though she was still growing accustomed to her role, Lucian's confidence in her opinions bolstered her own. "I believe," she began softly, her voice carrying a gentle strength, "that while we must safeguard our resources, an act of goodwill now could solidify our alliance with the Northern territories. Perhaps we could reduce the tariffs in exchange for future military support, should the need arise."

A murmur of agreement swept through the room, several advisors nodding at her suggestion. Lucian looked at her with pride, but before he could respond, a voice from across the table cut through the conversation.

"And what would a maid's daughter know of alliances and military support?" The words dripped with contempt, and all eyes turned to Prince Jordan, who sat with a smug expression, his gaze fixed on Amara. "She's not an actual queen—just a maid playing dress-up in royal attire."

Amara's eyes widened as she processed what was just said, making her blink in confusion. The man had some nerves.

The room fell silent, the tension immediate and palpable. Lucian's jaw tightened, but before he could speak, Jordan's wife tugged at his sleeve, her face pale. "Jordan, please," she whispered urgently, but he shook her off, his arrogance unwavering.

"I'm just saying what everyone is thinking," Jordan continued, a sneer curling his lips. "She has no experience, no royal blood. How could she possibly understand the intricacies of ruling a kingdom?"

Lucian's eyes darkened, the atmosphere in the hall growing cold as his anger began to simmer. "Prince Jordan," Lucian's voice was low, each word measured and deadly. "You forget yourself."

"Your majesty, like I said, she is not a Princess," he retorted as there was a slight quiver to his voice. "A maid can't-"

"Enough." Lucian's vocals cut through the air like a blade. He stood slowly, the scrape of his chair against the floor echoing in the silent room. The gathered royals held their breath, aware that they were on the precipice of something dangerous.

Jordan flinched, his bravado wavering as Lucian took a step closer, his presence dominating the room. "Amara is not just a maid, as you so ignorantly put it. She is the Queen of this kingdom, chosen by me, and her wisdom far surpasses that of a fool who cannot see beyond titles."

His face drained of colour, the weight of Lucian's words pressing down on him like a physical force. The other royals watched in stunned silence, the severity of the situation sinking in. Amara listened with intent, her heart bursting with love and pride that she never knew she would possess.

"You will never speak of my wife with anything less than the utmost respect," Lucian continued, his voice now a growl, "Amara is my equal, my partner in ruling this kingdom, and I will not tolerate insolence from anyone, least of all from you."

Lucian's hand gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles white. He turned his gaze to the rest of the assembly, his voice steady but laced with an unmistakable warning. "If anyone here doubts Amara's place as Queen, let them speak now and face the consequences."

Not a single person dared to move, the gravity of Lucian's wrath hanging over the room like a storm cloud. Jordan's wife, on the verge of tears, whispered frantic apologies to the Queen, bowing her head in shame.

Amara, though shaken, met Lucian's gaze. In his eyes, she saw the fierce protectiveness and love that had always been there, now burning even brighter. Lucian returned to his seat, his hand finding hers under the table. The warmth of his touch steadied her, and she squeezed his hand in silent gratitude.

"And Prince Jordan," The King spoke with authority as everyone in the hall watched him speak. "You are hereby stripped of your title as a Prince. Your sister will take your place."

Jordan couldn't speak or do anything as he stood with anger and humiliation.

"No one crosses me or my Queen and lives to tell the tale. No one."

A/N

Ahh I love a man when he's a gentleman in the streets and a freak in the sheets lol.

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