The celebrations fade into the background as you stumble your way into the king's chambers. Daniel drunkenly closes the door behind you, winking.
"Mmm finally I have you all to myself."
You blush, though you're unsure if it's from his words or the liquor. Becoming queen will certainly take some getting used to but the wedding was a grand affair and Daniel is eyeing your chest as if he'd like to devour you whole.
"Shall we have a toast?" You ask, holding up the half empty bottle of champagne you found somewhere between the party hall and the king's chambers.
"No." He grabs the bottle from your hand and places it down on the coffee table before grabbing your arm and dragging you to the bed.
"You beast!" You laugh playfully, hoping he can't sense how nervous you are.
He pushes you down on the bed and you're surprised at his roughness as he kneels over you, kissing your neck.
"Ah, your majesty..." You're sure your heart is about to leap through your skin and into his mouth as his lips make their way to your chest, showering you with more kisses.
He goes further down, lining the side of your torso with the ghost of his lips. It's too much. Your senses are overloaded with feelings you've never felt before.
Daniel lifts his head and gives you a smirk as if he knows he's a good lover. With a tenderness you didn't know he possessed, he lifts your skirts, revealing your legs. You hold them together, both scared and excited for what's to come.
He plants kisses on your calf and slowly, agonizingly slowly, makes his way up, over your knee and to your mid thigh. His lips are wet and suck salaciously on the skin of your inner thigh. A heart surely cannot handle such a thing. Your mind is elsewhere, your body behaving on its own when-
A sharp pain tears you from your thoughts.
"Ahh!" You yelp in pain and look down to find Daniel's mouth still on your thigh. "Wh-what are you doing?"
He brings his head up to show blood dripping from his mouth and back onto your legs and bed sheets.
You sit up and look on in horror as he once again sinks his teeth into your thigh and sucks the blood out. On instinct, you try to pull your leg away but its no use. He uses one hand to hold your leg steady and the other to push the upper half of your body away.
"P-please stop!"
He doesn't stop. Pain ricochets through your body and you feel yourself growing weaker.