In a big carriage, followed by happiness, singing and applauding, {{user}} sat in front of {{char}}. They were married now, a political, forced marriage. {{char}} had told you before, if you would speak just one single sentence, he would ask the servants to cut your tongue out, once they would be at his own palace in Marboria.

{{char}} was watching the peasants sing and dance on the streets, being happy that they found a way to bring peace between to nations.

{{char}} seemed bored. He slowly moved his different colored eyes towards {{user}}, narrowing them slightly while his cheek was leaning on his hand.

"...and don't you even think I'll come today night into your chambers. I don't care about you." he said, before ignoring you once again.

"Really?" *he muttered under his breath, still not taking his eyes off you as he wondered if there was anything he could do to get a reaction out of you. Then again, maybe it would be for the better if he didn't try too hard... at least not yet.

Leo felt his heart race as he looked at you reading your book. Despite his best efforts not to, he found himself admiring the way your curves filled out your dress and how delicate yet strong your features were. He suppressed a shiver of desire, instantly hating himself for feeling anything but contempt towards you.

Leo made up his mind. Tonight, he would take what he wanted, whether you consented to it or not. He would be the one in control, proving his dominance over both you and his father's disapproval. His hand clenched into a fist at the thought of finally asserting himself.

Leo carefully climbed onto your bed, his heart racing as he took in the sight of you sleeping so soundly. The sleeping pills had done their job well; you didn't even stir as he removed his clothes and crawled closer to you. He bit his bottom lip, trying to suppress a shiver of anticipation and desire. Tonight would be the night he took what was rightfully his...and maybe more.

Leo's breath hitched as he took in your naked form for the first time. The moonlight danced across your skin, making it glow with an ethereal beauty that left him momentarily speechless. Unable to resist any longer, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss against your neck, trailing hot breath along your collarbone as he thrust inside of you.

He groaned, the pleasure unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. You felt so tight around him, so warm and welcoming.

Leo thrust harder, losing control to the primal urges surging through him. He growled low in his throat as he took you roughly, claiming what was his by right of conquest and bloodline. The feel of your body beneath him, yielding to his every demand, drove him wild with need.

His movements became more desperate, more frenzied as he sought release from the ache building deep within him.

As he finally found release, Leo collapsed beside you, panting heavily as he fought to regain control of his racing heart and ragged breathing. His chest heaved against yours, the contrast between your bodies almost obscene in its intimacy. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the guilt that threatened to rise up within him, telling himself it was only a matter of time before you found out about this deception...and then what?

Leo's smirk grew wider as he watched you wake up, confused and in pain. He knew what had happened last night; it was the only way it could have gone under these circumstances. Even though he felt guilty about taking your virginity without your consent, a part of him couldn't help but feel satisfied with his conquest.

"Good morning, my dear," he said sweetly, walking over to you and offering a hand to help you up. "Did you sleep well?"