In the evening, the Augustans were still discussing today's wedding, and the palace was still drinking and singing. The eldest prince Diego and Medea returned to the room early.
Nothing seems to have changed here. Except for a newly made large bed, there are only some reed grass circles that represent newlyweds.
The two stood on the balcony, Medea kept telling her the compliments she had prepared for a long time, and kept pouring out her admiration for her lover.
The eldest prince Diego always looked at the sky and the wedding ceremony in the palace. In the eyes of the other party, this was just a shy expression.
However, Medea did not go further, and even quietly opened the distance between the two. Her mother once said that what is not available is always the best, and what is easily available is only garbage.
She has been learning this art of controlling her husband since she was a child, and after nearly ten years of practice, she has already reached the point of proficiency.
If elegance is an exquisite dress, then charm is the shirt inside the dress, and the most deadly temptation is like the skin under the shirt.
The evening breeze blew her hair, and her hair danced with her arms, exuding a sweet fragrance. This was the perfume she bought before leaving, a bottle of secret medicine produced in the Whispering Forest.
The wedding ceremony came to an end due to the absence of the two protagonists, and completely collapsed due to the departure of King Ogu. The palace returned to calm, and night fell quietly.
There was no one in the stone tower, and even the servants keeping vigil had been dispersed. It was only at this moment that the eldest prince Diego turned to look at his wife.
As a prince, although he is young, he is also an expert in love. He even has many aristocratic girlfriends that he likes now.
Although this kind of relationship is despised by many people, it is also a secret known to everyone. Especially in aristocratic circles, it is not only extremely common, but even proud of it.
This is an indirect symbol of power and status, a display of wealth, and even more powerful control. Thinking of this, the eldest prince Diego smiled again.
This Medea is a beauty, not only has a beautiful face, but also has an impeccable figure. The most important thing is that she has not had a lover before.
"Miss Medea, it's getting late, why don't we go back to the room and talk again?" After that, the eldest prince Diego reached out and took hold of the other party's jade arm and pulled him into the stone tower.
Medea, on the other hand, had no intention of rejecting her, she just lowered her head slightly, as if she was willing to accept whatever was asked of her. She knew when to be strong and when to be submissive.
"Your Highness, you must be very tired today. Would you like some wine?" Medea said this, but she had already stood up and walked to the wooden table.
Wine is the bond between men and the bridge between men and women. There is nothing that a glass of wine cannot solve. If it doesn’t work, then drink another glass.
Although drunken sex is terrible, it can play a vital role at certain specific moments. The biggest function is to accelerate the temperature in the room.
The eldest prince Diego did not make a sound, but just watched quietly, looking at the other party's elegant movements, looking at the slender calves, and looking at the exquisite back.
Medea, who was pouring wine, also had her heart in her throat at this moment. If she followed the previous settings, the other party should hug her from behind or put out the candle in a hurry.
But this scene did not happen. Medea raised her wine glass, returned to her original appearance when she turned around, and slowly walked towards the eldest prince Diego.
"This is really good, what's your name?" The eldest prince Diego stopped after tasting it briefly and asked.
"This is the plum wine from our Principality of Cisse. If Your Highness likes it, you can ask someone to bring more next time." Medea bowed and saluted, but inadvertently revealed a piece of snowy white.
In her opinion, tonight is her most important night. The closeness of the relationship between the two is only a thin line, and it also determines her future destiny.
Therefore, she did not hesitate to use the trick of pressing the bottom of the box, like a spider attached to the web, waiting for its prey to fall into the trap.
But to her disappointment, what she was waiting for was not a passionate kiss or a brutal tear, but a somewhat incomprehensible word.
"Although this plum wine is good, it lacks some meaning. Do you know what it is?" The eldest prince, Diego, leaned on the bedside and asked in a very playful way, while Medea just shook her head slightly. p>
"It lacks a seasoning called reality, and it is so hypocritical that it is disgusting." As soon as the eldest prince Diego said these words, he seemed to have become another person.
I saw him take out a thin whip from the quilt, a thin whip specially made of mithril. The whip was about one meter long and as thin as an earthworm.
When Medea saw this, she hurriedly retreated to the door. But no matter how the hands behind her twisted, the door was always closed.
"There are already too many beautiful things in this world, and my greatest interest is to destroy these beautiful things." The eldest prince Diego stood up and walked to the other party, slowly pressing him to the ground.
Cold! She didn’t know the last time she knelt on the ground. Colic pain! The body that wanted to resist was hit hard by the other party.
Sting! The voice she had been expecting for a long time sounded, but it was not the scene she expected. The night breeze was blowing, and it turned out that the wedding month was also so cold.
The thin mithril whip kept waving, and the blood marks were intertwined and overlapped. The eldest prince Diego shouted in excitement, while Medea was in pain.
Half an hour later, she slowly raised her head and looked at her husband, the eldest prince of Augu City. Now she was like a broken doll, no longer as elegant and calm as before.
"A lowly Cisse man dares to pretend in front of me. From now on, you can only crawl in the room!" The eldest prince Diego squatted down and stroked the other person's face.
"I don't mind if you tell your father about this, or even the Grand Duke of Cisse. You are just a dispensable little character. You must either learn to be obedient or you will die." The eldest prince Diego raised his feet and slowly spoke.
He slowly put his hand on the other person's shoulder.
But Medea's body was slightly startled, and her heart, which was originally filled with anger, instantly felt like a deflated rubber ball.
That night, Medea was lying on the ground like a corpse, while the eldest prince Diego was applying plaster on her.
Although the blood stains caused by the thin mithril whip are as numerous as hairs, they can be healed in a few hours with the top-notch troll secret medicine.
The morning light illuminated the sky at some point, and the eldest prince Diego was still standing on the balcony, as if everything that happened last night was a dream.
Medea slowly stood up and walked to his side. The night had passed, and she no longer had to crawl on the ground. She still looked so elegant at this time, but she had put on a new set of clothes.
The servants filed into the stone tower, one carrying a basin, the other holding a hot towel. In their eyes, the two of them must have been exhausted physically and mentally after last night's wedding night.
But little did they know that the eldest prince Diego, the groom, turned into a demon last night. And the bride Medea also spent the darkest night.
After breakfast, the two met King Ogu and Queen again, and then left hand in hand in the eyes of everyone. But when they turned the corner, Medea's body inadvertently trembled slightly.