Zaiden's touch ignites a fire within her, consuming her completely. With him, she doesn't have to pretend, doesn't have to be the perfect Princess. She can be herself, messy, vulnerable and alive.
Their bodies move in perfect sync, as if they were made for each other. Zaiden's hands grip her hips tightly as he thrusts into her, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins.
Esmeray wraps her legs around him, pulling him closer, deeper. She wants to feel him everywhere, wants to be consumed by him completely.
Unlike Xerxes, Zaiden can go hours upon hours making love to Esmeray. He knows when she is coming undone, her body speaks to him.. and when she does he comes undone with her. They don't pretend to hold each other after, he knows she loves to be given some treats, some cold apple juice.
As he stand ups to do so, she pulls him, words aren't needed for him to know that right now all she needs is him. Zaiden smiles softly, understanding her silent plea. He lays back down, pulling her into his arms and holding her close.
Esmeray nuzzles into his chest, inhaling his familiar scent. She feels safe and loved in his embrace, a feeling she hasn't experienced in a while.
Zaiden runs his fingers through her hair gently, soothing her. He presses a kiss to the top of her head, murmuring soft words of love and comfort.
They stay like that for a long time, wrapped up in each other's arms. The world outside the tent fades away, and it's just the two of them, lost in their own little universe.
Eventually, Esmeray's breathing evens out as she drifts off to sleep. Zaiden watches her for a moment, his heart swelling with love and tenderness. He knows she is hurting and thats the reason of her visit, regardless he will not allow for an outsider to ruin the moment they share.
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Before the sunlight hit the kingdome of Celestia, Esmeray got up sneaking past everyone once again.
From the distance she hears a man screaming "THE ENEMY DOESN'T CARE IF YOU KNOW TO HOW TO FIGHT OR NOT, THE MINUTE THEY SEE YOU, YOU ARE A DEAD MAN!" curious she follows the yelling.
She finds herself in the training grounds. The sounds of wood clashing against each other, the smell of leather, it all feels familiar to her.
In the center she spots the man who yelled, from his composure and clothes she assumes it's the captain. She stands from afar watching, a few of the soldiers recognize her and quickly tell the captain.
He turns to face her "Princess Esmeray " he bows "EVERY-" as he was about to make her announcement, Esmeray stops him "No, need. They are training after all " she assures him.
"Thank you Princess, but may I ask what you are doing here?" Asks Captain Levi, gesturing at the "filthy" place.
"I came to see if I can train" Esmeray adds in a very serious tone, but the captain doesn't seem to buy her words. "Training? Forgive me Princess but-"
"Lets make a bet Captain. I see you are a man of words and very much respected. If I can take one of your men down you will agree to allow me into the training grounds whenever I want. "
" I see, very bold of you...And if you lose Princess? What do I get?" Questions the Captain almost flirting.
"Give your price and I will consider it..whatever it is"
With a smirk the captain agrees, calling one of his strongest men. Captain Levi is known to not play favorites regardless of status, if the princess says she can fight then she can fight.
"I won't go gentle on you princess" comments the solider who's nickname is Gentle Oso, the irony.
"Please don't be" Esmeray says back picking a swords, and with no notice she strikes taking Gentel Oso by surprise. Although she started off, he was not about to let her lead the fight.
Captain Levi's eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he watches Esmeray disarm Gentle Oso with surprising speed and skill.
"Well now," Captain Levi says with a low whistle, crossing his arms. "It seems the princess has more than just royal blood running through her veins."
Gentle Oso scrambles to retrieve his sword, his face flushed with embarrassment. "She's quick, I'll give her that. But let's see how she handles a real fight."
Esmeray's eyes spark with determination as she adopts a defensive stance, her sword held at the ready. The familiar weight of the blade in her hand feels like coming home after years away.
"So you know how to fight or not? Or is your name just a comedy for a reason?" Esmeray teases, trying to radle her opponent.