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The Cullen Crown
EPOV
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Wolfs, that’s how I called the House of Black, they had broken the truce, invaded my family’s land in the North and my whole family had been murdered. Lord Bill Black had tricked my family, he had proposed a truce, gained their trust and then murder them. He had murdered my father King Edward, his Queen Elizabeth, and my oldest brother Emmett, the future king. Emmett had died trying to take me to safety. I had lived my life in exile, beyond the North for almost a decade. Until my trusted advisor Carlisle, and his son Jasper had found me. It had taken me several years, but I now had an army behind me, an army that followed my every command. Now I was going to take what was mine. I was going to destroy the Blacks for murdering my family and it will all start today.
I rode to the top of the hill joining Jasper, my most trusted commander.
“Black’s wedding” Jasper pointed to the small party, “To the Lady Swan” he pointed out the white figure to me.
The wedding party stood along Lake Swan, they had been such fools to have a wedding in this place. The lake was hardly guarded, and there was no way to run but the water. The sight was beautiful, a lovely place to have a wedding... Yet, it was the bride caught my eye.
Throughout my exile I have had my share of wenches, more than once I had even bedded a lonely widow or wife in exchange of food and refuge. I had enjoyed myself, and survived. Some of those women were good looking…some were skilled in bed. Sometimes young women would crave my attention, and I would bestow it on them. Women sometime found it stimulating to bed a royal prince…even if it was an exiled one. Though I had no plans to settle until I gained my kingdom back. Not until I had my revenge.
I examined Lake Swan, and was convinced this would be a victory. My eyes found the bride once more. Black's bride was a beauty beyond compare. Pale, translucent skin, a petite frame with curves in all the right places with long chocolate waves that cascaded below her tiny waist. Her breasts sat high on her chest, and the curve of her ass looked delectable from my point of view. At a distance I could make out her petite frame, and her heart shaped face, but not her features. I did not need to be closer to know she had a lovely face to accompany that beautiful body...
Spoils of War. I thought.
If only I could take her as the spoils of war. How delightful would that be? I shook my head. Mind over matter. Today I would start my revenge against the Blacks, I could not let anything distract me. I had matters to attend. I called my men and I rallied into an attack.
The battle was hardly a battle. Black’s son Jacob was a coward and Lake Swan was now mine. The Lake was strategically place between our kingdoms, but it provided a good source of water making it easy for my lands to proper.
Unfortunately, Jacob Black had managed to escape, but I had successfully managed to destroy the small army that had accompanied to this wedding. And I had made a statement. I had sent a clear message to Jacob’s father, the murderer of my family. The rightful heir to the throne was back, and I was going to claim everything that had been taken away from me.
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“Her betrothed left her behind” my commander Jasper explained as he opened the flap of the tent. I was stunned to see Black’s bride in my private tent. She stood up, she was sitting in front of the table I used as a desk, covered with maps and documents as well as ink and quills.
I laugh, "Of course he did" I fixed my eyes on the brunette beauty, she still wore her wedding gown. The delicate fabric hung to her shapely curves leaving little to the imagination. I gazed at her petite figure, her pale skin, her warm brown eyes watched for my next move. My eyes continued their path along her swan-like neck and downward to her breasts. The delicate fabric of her gown hid nothing, I could see her bee-stung nipples poking at the fabric and I instinctively licked my lips. I hadn’t had a wench since I had set my journey to claim my rightful throne in the North, and my mind wandered as to how good it would feel to bed this lovely creature.
I forced myself to continue my examination, my eyes traveled over her round hips, and her shapely thighs. She approached me, showing great courage. A heart shaped face with beautiful brown, warm eyes and a small mouth that begged to be kissed. She was exquisite, and born to be a queen. Born to be breed and sire future princes and princesses.
I had never bedded a high born lady, having lived my whole life in exile. She’s smelled divinely, a combination of lavender and roses.
“I am Lord Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, The King in the North”
“I know who you are, they call you the young lion,” She curtsied low, low enough for a king “I am Lady Isabella Marie of the House Swan,” her low curtsy gave me an ample view of her pale breasts through the neckline of her gown. I mentally cursed. Had she no sense of self-preservation?
Gazing at her pale face, I did not know how Black could he have ever left such beauty behind. Yet, I understood why he was in such of rush to marry her that his security had been so overlooked.
I signaled to Jasper to leave us, and he obeyed.
"Did my men hurt you?"
She shaked her head softly.
"I demand a carriage to be sent back to my lands beyond Lake Swan,” she spoke like a high born lady.
“I am afraid that is not possible.” I laughed she truly did not know me, “You are my prisoner now Lady Swan”
"You cannot pretend to keep me here!"
I closed the distance between us, towering over her small frame. I cupped her face, and forced her to gaze up at me.
Beautiful. I thought. Absolutely beautiful.
I pressed my thumb against her lower lip. Her brown eyes were wide and afraid.
A high born lady, born and bred to be a King's consort.
And I am King in the North now.
She is everything I want. No, she is everything I deserve. Everything that I set out to claim. Everything that belonged to the Blacks, was mine, and I would claim everything they held dear.
I crushed her small body to mine, her sent enveloping me. My arm circling her tiny waist keeping her caged against my body.
I kissed her. She gasps into my mouth. Shocked.
Gods, she is so pure. She’s probably never been kissed…
Her pillow lips are even softer that I could have imagine, and she tastes divinely. Her sweet lips were my undoing, and I know now that I must claim her as my own. I twist my fingers in her silky chocolate tresses. I force her lips open and I explore her mouth, my tongue dominating hers.
She was a thirst I could not quench. Luckily for me, there was no reason I would have to give her up. She would be mine. Circling her tiny waist I bring her closer to me, crushing her soft breasts against my hard chest. She is breathless under my ministrations. I force myself to end our kiss, her eyes are closed and I gaze at her beautiful face, her chocolate eyes slowly open and fix themselves on me.
So innocent.
I was going to take everything that belong to me. No matter the cost, and by force if necessary. This is the mantra that has kept me alive for the last decade. I cannot change now. Not for her, not for anything.
I was going to take her as my own, I was going to destroy her. Her only sin having been engaged to Black.