Zelena

Sunlight streamed through my windows and I was bathed in its warmth. The little birdies sang a merry tune and kindly asked me to open my eyes so I wouldn’t miss out on this perfect day. Today I was to be married to the kind and noble King Robin Hood of Sherwood Forrest. I knew Robin and I would be equally pleased with each other and the setting couldn’t be more perfect. My wedding dress was made of silk and had a white tulle material over it. In the tulle material were tiny little pearls. My sleeves were elbow length and the edges had little pearls stitched into them. My veil was a layer upon layers of Belgian lace with even more little pearls. My favorite part of my wedding attire was my glass slippers. My perfect little glass slippers to make the wedding even more magnificent and on top of it all I was at last allowed to wear Mother’s diamond tiara upon my copper curls.

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4. Our Wedding Night

The house was more or less between a normal house of nobility and a palace. To an Enchantrian queen it was a mansion towards a Sherwoodian King it was romantic and fit for a honeymoon. To a Sherwoodian queen it was like nothing I had ever seen before in my life.  The mansion was three stories tall, had a marble exterior that was white and the south wall was covered in ivy. The vines gave the mansion a rustic feel. The flowers that grew on the vines were purple and this brilliant light green almost minty looking. The windows were stained glass and each one had a scene, the scenes seemed to be of Robin and me. I turned to him and he knew before I even asked.

“This house belonged to my great grandmother a noble Sherwoodian queen and according to my father she was witch that could foresee the future. One day she and her son Rumplestiltskin were discussing my life.”

“Rumplestiltskin is your grandfather. Who’s your father?”

“Gideon Hood.”

“You’re my nephew and husband. I must be dreaming.”

“Zelena I’m only joking. The woman in the windows is a scene of my mother and father. Even though you are my wife you are a spitting image of Mother.”

“I take that as a compliment. King Robin.”

Robin picked me up and carried me over the threshold when the butler so kindly opened the door and bowed to his royals. Robin carried me up the stone staircase and into a huge room with a roaring fire and a huge red and gold bed. The walls were covered in tapestries of different scenes from Hogwarts houses.  I was confused when Robin dropped me off on the bed and vanished behind one of the tapestries. I walked up and down the room examining them with care.

“Robin dear, what are all these tapestries? If I’m correct they’re scenes from Hogwarts. Did you attend Hogwarts in your younger years?”

“No, my great great grandmother attended Hogwarts and decided she didn’t want her children attending that blessed place. She said and I quote. ‘I will not allow any royal to attend a school for peasants. I do not give a damn if they are witches and warlocks like us but they are not of royal blood and they are not even close to being on our scale of learning. I find it in my ruling that we are getting along far enough by teaching ourselves.’ That’s exactly what she said.”

“My mother didn’t have the opportunity to attend. She was taught in one night by my uncle just before she married my father. He gave her a book so that she might teach her children one day when he was gone far away.”

“ Your uncle sounded like a good brother to your mother. I mean teaching her in one night. I wish I had magic.”

 

I smiled. My father had taught my mother magic shortly before marrying Henry. They hooked up almost every time Henry was away and as a result he had two daughters he didn’t know a thing about. Last time he was even mentioned was when the Enchanted Forrest Royals on charge of treason, murder and theft captured him. That was the last time Queen Cora mentioned Rumplestiltskin. Matters more important were at hand, if I could remember Robin just said he was a squib.

“You don’t have magic?”

“No I lost the ability shortly after loosing my memory and becoming a thief. My abilities were said to return with time but they never did.”

I knew exactly how to cheer up my dear husband and lover but it might end up costing me greatly. Let’s say it would cost me nine months to convince him not to marry my sister. I disappeared behind the tapestry and into a bathroom decorated with silver and green. Obviously Slytherin themed but never mind. I conjured up emerald green lingerie that was very lacy and very see through. I let my hair tumble down my back as I changed with a single hand motion. I walked out and Robin gasped when he saw me.

I climbed into bed and felt his lips against mine. His hands moved down to my waistline and he slowly began removing my underwear. I helped him remove his pants and undies. I unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his chest. He grabbed my breast and began suckling. I moaned and groaned with every movement. He lifted up my bra and removed it. Next thing you knew he had gone down and began kissing my down under.

I felt his tongue and moaned as he explored new territory. My body tingled with a new feeling. It was the feeling of making love for the very first time and it wasn’t hard to tell that it was his first time as well. Both of us would get the royal treatment on our wedding night. I hoped every night would be full of his thrusting and sucking. He moved back up to my lips and kissed me passionately. He pressed his body into mine and slid in quite easily. Towards the break of dawn we stopped and ducked under the covers to get some well-earned sleep after a hard night’s work.

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