Waking up in a cave in the mountains is strange. Used to waking up in her own bed chambers or in her tent on the battlefield.
Walls of rock surrounded her. The room wasn't very big. The walls were only about three feet from the bed on each side. Tapestries hung on some parts of the wall depicting a variety of scenes. The bed was heavenly soft, her body sank into it like as if she were floating in the clouds. On top of her were various animal furs from a variety of animals. She couldn't place most of them but she was sure the really big fluffy one was from a bison. Running her fingers down the hairs. The softness and weight are very relaxing.
Getting out of bed, she was surprised to find the room wasn't freezing, it was cold, but not as cold as she thought a cave in the snowy mountains would be.
Hanging on a hook was a purple wool robe, she slipped it on hugging herself, reveling in the softness. Pulling the curtain away to a much bigger room. It was small, like the size of a cabin. A fireplace carved into the wall on one side and a small kitchen with a wood stove and a table and chairs on the other side. A large wooden door she assumed went back to the outside.
Prince Zachariah, her new husband, sat on a settee reading a book. He looked up and greeted her. His blonde hair tied up into a bun. A fire crackled from a few feet away in a place carved into the cold walls. The warm orange glow illuminating his face.
"What time is it?" she sat across from him, pulling her legs to her chest and tucking her feet into her dress.
"Almost noon. I actually was just about to come get you. Food was just delivered and I figured since you hadn't eaten since the wedding last night you would want some." Zachariah gestured to a small table with a variety of meats, cheeses, fruits and a tea set sitting on a tray. Immediately stalking over and helping herself to some crackers with some goat cheese, moaning in savory content. "How long have we been here?" Zachariah joined her. "We got in late last night. You fell asleep on the carriage ride. I carried you in." She blushed. Reaching for the tea pot and pouring a cup. Taking a sip she immediately spat it out in an un-princess like manner.
"What is that?"
Zachariah saw the tea cursed under his breath. She was certain she wasn't supposed to hear but she did.
"What?" she inquired. The amber tea smelled and tasted sickly sweet, like the sweetest sugar made into a syrup, then poured into a tea cup.
"You don't have this in your country?"she shook her head, gesturing for him to explain. But instead his face became flushed and he looked.....embarrassed? Fumbling over his words like he couldn't quite get his sentence started.
"Zachariah, will you just tell me." she finally implored him. He sighed.
"We call it The Royal Trick. It's to.....well invigorate you."
"Like coffee?"
"No, much more..... intense. For helping to encourage a newly married couple into....well making a child. I'd wager my father insisted we be given this."
Sasha choked on a grape."You mean the tea is supposed to make us fuck?"
Zachariah smirked. "Well the whole point of this time away. To make an heir." Two weeks ago they'd been adversaries. Now they were newlyweds. Their marriage had been part of a peace agreement. But the only way the agreement would work is if an heir was produced from their union. And in order for an heir to be made....
They had to fuck.
"You don't have to drink it if you don't want to." She stared at the drink. Contemplating. She knew this would happen eventually. "Fuck it lets see where the day takes us." taking the teacup and chugging the tea in three sips. Grabbing a handful of grapes and returning back to her seat on the couch, back to the fire seeking warmth.
Zachariah stared at her in shock. The shock wore off relatively quickly though and he picked up his own cup of tea. Cheersing to her and then downing his own cup.
Nothing happened. At first.
