Chapter 38
Rikandra Remain Royally Amorous
Upon emerging from St. Veronica’s Cathedral in Ville de Neandia, Queen Alexandra and Prince Consort Rikard were all smiles. The newlyweds stopped to wave at adoring spectators. And then, we got a big, wild kiss. To our surprise, it wasn’t Prince Rick who did the honours. Instead, it was the Queen who went for it. They kissed again on the balcony. Neither kiss was even remotely subdued.
Not everyone was pleased. Dowager Queen Celeste scowled at the unusual display of royal love. Public displays of affection are unexpected with royals—stranger still for a sitting monarch. However, Rick and Alexandra seem too hot to stop for even a moment to smell the roses.
Per attendees at the royal wedding reception, the two remained wrapped up in one another. The newlyweds released a short clip of their first dance on social this morning. They looked completely absorbed in one another. Prince Rikard spun his bride out at the end of the song before wrapping her up in a swoony kiss. It was a particularly candid moment to be shared with the masses. We couldn’t love them more.
As the couple departed in the early morning hours of their honeymoon, they waved at well-wishers crowding the gates of the airport in the dark. Hand in hand, they stopped at the top of the steps for another sweet kiss, lit only by the lights from the plane. We expect royal babies sooner rather than later.
When I finalised our honeymoon plans, as any groom might, I wanted to capture the spirit of things. At that point, Alexandra refused to speak to me and gave me ‘fuck you’ faces across any table we were required to sit at. So, I decided to pack our schedules full of solo activities. I wanted to make it less weird—for me—and not light a match on a smouldering dumpster fire.
In the process, I cockblocked myself. To begin with, whatever we started in bed before our wedding reception never continued. We were exhausted after our reception. We took a plane in the wee hours to our undisclosed location—a Swiss chalet high in the Alps. A long ride from the airport got us there at sunrise. It was beautiful, but Alexandra missed it. We had spent our first night together in transit and now she was exhausted.
Instead of having any interest in sex, I carried my very drowsy wife into the chalet and tucked her into bed. I didn’t dare disturb her. I fell asleep on the couch, trying to stay awake and failing. She arose around noon, waking me.
Our itinerary started with ski lessons in the mid-afternoon. Alexandra was a noob, so we did not ski together. I went high atop the mountain, while she stayed on the bunny hill with an attractive pro. I loathed that and kicked myself.
I wanted to turn Alexandra into putty with more than my fingers or tongue. I longed to listen to her cum dozens more times. I needed to lie in bed with her completely naked and take her in. We’d fallen in love without the benefit of first being totally in lust. Now, we had figured the latter feeling out, but there was nothing I could do.
Thinking about her tits distracted me. I went down hard on a slope and limped home. My body was less wounded than my pride at first. Unfortunately, by the time we returned for a planned dinner, I was barely able to move. Alexandra didn’t play the role of the object of my desire. Instead, she played a doting wife and nursemaid—not the sexy way I wanted to end the night.
The next morning, I woke up even worse. We called for a doctor. I was stuck, my back giving me nothing but problems. I got a couple of muscle relaxers and was put to bed.
“I feel like an asshole,” I said.
Alexandra handed me water and a pill. “It’s not like you wanted this. You’ll be good as new soon, Rick.”
“I will try to be. You’re an angel. I gather putting up with me isn’t easy, Lex.”
She blushed. “Oh, darling, it’s alright.”
“I am supposed to be on the slopes again—as are you.”
“Stop, it’s okay.”
“I over-scheduled us anyhow.”
“Why did you build such a mad itinerary?”
“Because I thought you would be angry with me forever and I wanted to make it as painless as possible if we had to be stuck together.”
She brushed my cheek. “Well, we aren’t cross. So, it’s alright. I appreciate the thought, darling.”
I couldn’t help but love Alexandra.
“I love you. I am sorry this hasn’t helped us pick up where we left off.”
“It’s okay,” Alexandra said. “We’ve got forever, right? Besides, the press think we’re up to no good.”
“Well, to be honest, we couldn’t keep our hands off one another at the wedding.”
“They are sure a royal baby is right around the corner,” Alexandra rolled her eyes.
Panic crossed my face.
“Don’t worry. I’m on the pill.”
I was relieved. “Look, I’m not ruling out kids. I agreed to this arrangement long before I was in love with you. Just… not this moment.”
“God, no! I cannot even… no. Now, nap. I’m going to go watch telly or whatever. Rest.”
“Watch with me,” I said. “Whatever you want. Just… stay.”
I didn’t want to her leave. She was comfort, normalcy, and everything I needed. I wasn’t sure if it was the drugs or my general love for her, but I wanted her there in my semi-broken state.
“Sure,” Alexandra said. “Scoot over.”
“What?”
“This is my side of the bed.”
“Is it?” I said. “It’s mine.”
I realised now we’d never had this discussion—having never spent a night alone together in bed. Was she a cuddler? I gathered she was, but would never admit it. Alexandra loved adoration even if it flustered her.
“I’ll sit over here—for now—since you’re in bad shape,” Alexandra said.
She crawled into bed, tucking herself under the covers. I curled up next to her. She smelled heavenly. I drifted off, now drowsy from the drugs and feeling like I was on a warm cloud. It felt safe. I hoped she felt the same—if not a bit less woozy. When I woke, she was up, and I felt a bit better. I’d slept about four hours. It was now dinner time. Alexandra brought me food in bed, and we watched French-language programming. My French was thankfully improving, but still a joke.
“Je t’aime,” she said.
It was the first time Alexandra said it. We barely spoke in French. I knew it meant something to her. It meant more than it did in English.
“I love you more,” I said. “I still don’t deserve you, but I will try to prove myself more worthy, my love.”
Alexandra kissed my hand. “You are.”