return to the throne

Adrian put down his hand in resentment, and he also knew that Ivanka's actions were for his own good, but such a tormenting wedding, he didn't know when it would end.

Unexpectedly, a familiar voice suddenly sounded, "It's okay, let him eat."

It's Carlos!Adrian looked up sharply.

I saw Carlos wearing a dress very similar to Adrian, standing at the door of his room, looking at him with a smile.The other party also took care of her hair and face carefully, with a radiant and energetic appearance.

Ivanka exclaimed, "Your Majesty Carlos! You can't come here!"

Carlos was pushed out of the door by her, and quickly explained innocently, "Miss Ivanka, I know you think that couples before marriage should not meet, but we in Aragon don't have this rule, I just came to see Adrian to prepare Alright, no, I will definitely not disturb your work."

Ivanka couldn't laugh or cry, "Stop talking nonsense, the etiquette officer has told me, please go back to your majesty's room."

Carlos was pulled away, but the voice of the other party still reached Adrian's ears, "Then please send him some food, I really don't mind what his kiss tastes like, what I mind is mine Will my husband feel uncomfortable because of this..."

Adrian sat in front of the full-length mirror and listened to the two quarreling nonsense. His tense nerves were released at this moment. Suddenly, he noticed an inconspicuous wrinkle at the corner of his clothes. Shallow smile.

An hour later, Adrian stood in front of a heavy gate. He was accompanied by the knight commander Dirick who had been following him, and the other party looked at him nervously.

Inside the door is the wedding hall, where there are countless nobles and knights from Castile, as well as Adrian's new husband, Carlos.But at this time, he felt calmer, "Let's go." Adrian said to Dillick.

The door was pushed open, and the originally noisy hall suddenly calmed down, but this peace lasted only for a second, and cheers erupted from the crowd soon.

"The prince is here!"

There was a joyful smile on Carlos's face, which was very conspicuous in Adrian's eyes. He felt dizzy for a while, as if he couldn't hear or see anything at the moment, only Carlos' figure was so clear.Adrian walked towards him step by step, and when he was about to approach him, Carlos pulled him into his arms.

These Aragonese nobles, who were called rude and rude by other countries, applauded more enthusiastically at this moment. The strange thing is that Adrian didn't feel that their behavior was unbearable. feel their sincerity.

Carlos hugged Adrian hard, and he didn't let go of his hand for a long time. The priest who presided over the wedding - Carlos' uncle and Anne's father, Stuart, Grand Duke of Burgundy, glared at his nephew angrily. At one glance, he coughed desperately, and Carlos reluctantly let go of Adrian.

"Okay, if you want to hug tonight, you can hug enough, young people, don't be impatient." Stuart couldn't help saying this, and the crowd suddenly burst into laughter. One must know that there is no chance of being able to tease the king openly. Many, taking this opportunity, Stuart mercilessly laughed at Carlos' impatience. "We gather here today, in front of the Goddess of Truth, in front of the ancestors of Aragon, for the wedding of the couple in front of you. This is a happy, joyful, and worthy of everyone's pride. At this sacred moment, I and Together, you will witness the union of the two newcomers."

He turned to Carlos, "Carlos Castile Aragon. Lord of Sardinia, Emperor of Aragon, are you willing to marry Adrian from the Black Dragon as your husband? From now on you will share happiness and life .Never sickness, pain or sorrow, nothing can separate you."

Carlos said calmly, "I do."

Stuart turned to Adrian, "Adrian James Darkdraken, the blood of the black dragon, the son of Edward I, are you willing to let Carlos of Castile be your husband? From now on You will share joy and life together. No matter sickness, pain or sorrow, nothing can separate you."

Adrian thought there would be a moment of hesitation, but when Stuart asked this question, his answer had already blurted out. "I would."

Stuart smiled with satisfaction, "The new couple are so pious and sincere, and they are so connected. They are eager to be recognized by the world, so the Goddess of Truth is not stingy with her blessings. I declare that Castile's Carlos and Adrian of the Black Dragon are officially married from now on. Now, Carlos, you can kiss your husband as you like, and you don't need to be patient!"

Adrian's face turned red.

Carlos stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms. Adrian closed his eyes subconsciously. He felt his face was hot, and he didn't know if it was because of the restless air at the moment. Then, Carlos' kiss fell down. , more intense and lingering than the one they had ever had.

The lips and tongue were entangled and caressed, the soft tip of the tongue slipped between the teeth, pried open mercilessly, and penetrated deeply. Carlos' kiss was as aggressive as his own, and it didn't take long for Adrian to be intoxicated. edge.

When he came back to his senses, he noticed that Jonson, the palace steward, was standing beside the two of them. He was holding a golden plate with a crimson satin cushion on it, and a golden crown on the cushion.

"Adrian." Carlos called his name softly. He took off the crown and put it on Adrian's head with his own hands. "From today onwards, you are mine."

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The king's wedding was grand and solemn, and the fine wine was sent up from the wine cellar by the servants for free. Adrian sat at the top long table to accept the blessings of everyone. He drank several glasses of wine and gradually felt dizzy. Some drunk.

In the haze, he also saw Mei and Ivanka who were crying with joy, his bodyguard Dillick was crying like a child, holding on to the stool and never letting go, and the other knights from the black dragon were also full of emotions, but at the same time they were full of hope.

In the end, Adrian's mind was a little dizzy, he only felt Carlos picked him up, and walked out of the lobby amidst the booing of the crowd, they came to a strange corridor, this place was not the place he had been a while ago living room.

Adrian already had a premonition in his heart.

Carlos took him back to his bedroom. He gently placed Adrian on the bed, and wiped his rosy cheeks with a wet towel.Adrian stared at him blankly, "Carlos?"

Carlos kissed him on the lips. "it's me."

Adrian let out a long sigh, put his arms around each other's neck, and the two kissed more deeply.The curtains on the bed were lowered, and under the layers of brocade, only two slender figures could be seen gradually overlapping each other.

"Don't be afraid." Carlos put his hands over his eyes. "I'll be very light."

Adrian murmured, "I'm not afraid." But he was hesitant in his heart.

Afterwards, Carlos gently covered it.

The night passed, and when Adrian woke up, he found himself lying in Carlos' arms, with the other's arms around Adrian's waist, half domineering and half gentle around his chest.

Carlos was still sleeping at the moment, the sunlight coming in from the window fell on the thin hair on his forehead, dyed it a little halo, Adrian stared at him for a while, turned over again, and put his head on his back. Buried in the other's shoulder socket.

He felt at ease in Carlos' arms like never before. His body temperature was warm and comfortable, like a stove in winter, so warm that people didn't want to move. At this time, Adrian didn't even want to get up. She just wanted to continue to sleep on top of him.

However, Carlos was awakened by his turning over, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Good morning." Carlos smiled.

Adrian didn't answer, he propped up his body with one hand, and kissed Carlos' lips actively.Such an initiative made Carlos respond immediately. He pried open Adrian's lips, turned his back on the guest, and hugged him in his arms again.

The sexual experience last night made both of them a little intoxicated. Without thinking, Adrian lifted himself up and sat on each other's lap.Carlos' eyes sank slightly, and the hands around his waist were even stronger.

As a result, when the door knocked lightly, the two of them messed around on the bed several times. Carlos stood up, put a robe on his naked body, pulled the curtain and walked out.

Adrian pulled the quilt with one hand and combed his messy hair with the other. He was a little upset, not because he felt embarrassed, but because Carlos seemed to have a big influence on him.

There was the sound of someone talking outside. Carlos stood at the door and seemed to be talking to someone. A minute later, the other party came back pushing a small cart. As he approached, Adrian smelled a lure. The scent of people, "What's this?"

"Breakfast," Carlos said. "Sit down, and I'll bring it in for you."

In Lancaster, Adrian never had the habit of eating in bed, which was the most basic etiquette for a nobleman.Everyone has to wear formal attire and be well-dressed before they can go to the table. Even if they are sick, they must abide by this rule.However, now Carlos actually climbed onto the bed with a plate, a piece of white bread in his mouth, unwashed face, uncombed hair, and only a robe, he felt very uncomfortable.

"Where are my clothes?" Adrian fumbled around the bed, wishing that the two maids were by his side, and immediately helped him get up.

Carlos stuck an egg close to him with a fork, "Open your mouth."

Adrian held back for two seconds, and finally accepted the other party's feeding as if he had resigned himself to his fate. Anyway, people in Castile have always been loose and casual, so he thought he was doing as the Romans do.

The corners of Carlos' mouth curled up slightly, and he inserted another piece of baked potato and handed it to him.

Adrian bit the potato, and finally found his torn dress on the low stool beside the bed. He quickly bent down and reached for it, but unexpectedly, this action turned himself white, tender and round buttocks exposed.