The King's Favorite

Chapter Four

Following the Hunt for Prince Henry's birthday, there was the wedding. 

Ingrid woke up excited as she ate before getting dressed by the ladies she had been assigned by Andrew. The dress was gold all the way with beads lining. The dress was more than elegant enough. After getting dressed, she sat down so they could do her hair and attach the head piece. She looked at herself in the tiny mirror with a smile. She hoped to take Andrew's breath away. 

Andrew was wearing his best clothes that he would wear when he was being visited by other countries royalty or he would wear them to church. He stood there as the men dressed him for the day and even did his hair back for the crown. He looked at his tiny mirror before he smiled. He was excited himself. 

After the wedding ceremony, everyone cheered. They hadn't seen their king this happy in two years. He kissed Ingrid on the lips softly after he lead her to the center of the room where the dancing happened around them. 

"How does it feel to be my wife?" Andrew asked as he leaned closer to her. He wanted to kiss her again. He reached out and stroked her cheek. 

"It feels wonderful." Ingrid smiled at him and leaned into his touch. His touch felt amazing. She loved it. 

"Don't be nervous about tonight." Andrew said before kissing her. She tasted like honey. 

Kissing him back, Ingrid smiled before pulling away before responding. "I wasn't nervous about tonight. I know I'm in the best hands." She said before they kissed again. 

After some dancing and eating, it was time for them to be separately taken to the bedding chamber. Ingrid was taken in first and stripped down to her chemise and then made to sit on the bed as she waited. Her nerves finally started to show because she was nervous. This was her first time being on this side of it. She had witnessed a many but tonight it was her turn. 

Andrew was finally brought in, in his own night shirt and robe. He shooed the witnesses outside the door. He was going to do this differently. He approached her slowly and took the robe off.  He kissed her softly and laid her back on the bed, her head on the pillow. He pushed her chemise up to her hips before he moved his night shirt up and moved so he was inside her. Hearing her whimper was a little heart breaking but he knew it was her first time. Soon he started thrusting so she could learn to enjoy the act of sex.

The whimpering turned into moaning from Ingrid as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He kissed her and she kissed back as he picked up more pace thrusting. It felt amazing. She wondered if it felt more amazing because she loved him. She was not quiet in her pleasure which gave the witnesses all the proof they needed. She came first and was shaking from it. 

Andrew came inside her and then held her close on the bed. He kissed her softly as he held her close to him. He looked down at her. She was smiling as she was panting. She looked up at him as she did she smiled even bigger than usual. 

"Not what you thought it was, was it?" Andrew asked, rubbing her back softly. 

"No, it was better than I thought it would ever be." Ingrid responded. 

She put her head on his chest and shortly there after fell asleep which was indicated by her light snoring. He didn't mind, he was use to a snoring partner. He held her as he fell asleep. He felt like he was finally at peace for the first time since Rebekah's untimely passing. 

He was remembering her tonight as he dreamed. Ingrid was not his first love but she would be his last love. If anything happened to Ingrid, he would never remarry. He never thought he would after Rebekah but Ingrid felt like her in some ways. They were very different and he didn't mind a woman with more personality. That's what Rebekah and Ingrid had in common. They were proud to be who they were. They never wanted to be anything but who they were. No wonder they had bonded in Rebekah's last few weeks on this earth.