Dragonborn Rising Ch. 63

Before leaving, Mirabelle hugged and kissed me. "Thank you for last night, Ragnar."

"I loved that side of you, Belle. Someone who just wanted me, needed me so much."

"I'm still feeling a little... funny, but nowhere near like last night. Maybe it'll disappear once this baby is out of me." She paused a moment. "Gods, don't think sex is off the table at all. I'll need..."

"Belle, I know what you meant. It's fine."

She smiled and we headed to the dining room hand in hand. As we would be getting married the next day, we spent all day preparing. Mirabelle needed a dress to wear, while I insisted on wearing my armour with a fine cloak. I was the Dragonborn, a warrior king, and I would dress like one being crowned, and then being married. Mirabelle actually agreed with my viewpoint, stating she fell in love with the warrior. I was intrigued as to what she would wear. She said it wouldn't be white, something simple but elegant, and also something she could slip out of easily if we wanted to get away for five minutes to fuck each other. Another reason to love her.

We slept together that evening but were not intimate. That was a rare event, as I think we were always intimate whenever sharing a bed, but that night, we lay together and talked about... everything. She knew everything about me, of course. Every secret I had, she knew. Her life had been markedly different to mine, but any secrets she had, she told me in return. We hid nothing. We trusted each other completely.

The next morning, we parted after breakfast. She would be looked after by our stewards, while all our girls would be arriving to get dressed, as they would all be her maids during the service. I walked up to the castle, greeted by the rest of the Companions, who had arrived the night before. While I would have liked old friends from the Thieves Guild to be there, it would have raised too many questions about who they were.

Though I had male friends, my closest friends were all female, so I was at a loss as to who would be my groomsman. Rather late in the day, I asked if Balgruuf wouldn't mind, and the twins, Vilkas and Farkas. They all agreed immediately, Balgruuf having clothing for the occasion, assuring the twins that armour was just fine, as I would be getting married in the same. Otherwise, it was a case of waiting for the ceremony to begin. Having married before, I knew what to expect, though marrying as the King of Skyrim, I guess things would be a little different. For one, the High Priest would be overseeing the ceremony.

At the correct time, I was standing in place, Balgruuf next to me, rings in his pocket, having asked him half a dozen times that he had them, the twins to his side, the crowd quietly chatting away as we waited for Mirabelle to arrive. When the doors opened, the conversation died down as the assembled choir began to sing, Haelga leading the way, followed by Serana, Aela, Lydia and then Elisif, before Mirabelle appeared, wearing an absolutely stunning blue dress, her face covered by a veil, and to my complete surprise, the Emperor himself escorting her down the aisle.

I couldn't help grin as she was slowly led towards me. The Emperor shook my hand first, wishing me good luck, before I took her hand as she stood next to me. "You look... beautiful..."

She didn't say anything. I think she was desperately trying not to cry. Heavily pregnant woman about to get married? I think the ceremony was going to be kept short simply to prevent her breaking down completely. Once there was complete silence, the High Priest cleared his throat and began the ceremony.

"Dearly beloved and honoured guests. We are gathered together here to join Ragnar and Mirabelle in the union of marriage. This contract is not to be entered into lightly, but thoughtfully and seriously, and with a deep realization of its obligations and responsibilities. Ragnar, I believe you have vows you wish to share."

I took Mirabelle's hands in my own, meeting her eyes behind the veil. "I'll keep this simple, Belle. One of the greatest days of my life was the day I walked into the College of Winterhold and met you the first time. I knew on that day that we would marry. I wasn't sure where. I wasn't sure when. But I knew we would be together, we would fall in love, we would marry, then we would have a family. It felt ordained, as if the Divines themselves wished it to happen. I can only make you this solemn promise. I will endeavour to make you as happy as you have made me every single day since we met, and every single day ahead."

"Mirabelle, do you wish to share vows?"

She gave my hands a squeeze, taking a deep breath. "I love you, Ragnar Dragonborn. You are the light of my life. All I want is for us to be together, to raise a family, and grow old side by side, facing whatever life throws at us. I know you would do anything to protect me and the family we are about to start. All I know is that I will remain by your side until we take our final breaths."

"Now that the vows have been exchanged, Ragnar, do you take Mirabelle to be your wife? Do you promise to love, honour, cherish, and protect her, forsaking all others, and holding only unto her forevermore?"

"I do."

"Mirabelle, do you take Ragnar to be your husband? Do you promise to love, honour, cherish, and protect her, forsaking all others, and holding only unto her forevermore?"

"I do."

"The rings." Balgruuf handed them to the High Priest. "Ragnar and Mirabelle will now exchange rings as a symbol of love and commitment to each other. Rings are a precious metal; they are also made precious by you wearing them. Your wedding rings are special; they enhance who you are. They mark the beginning of your long journey together. Your wedding ring is a circle; a symbol of love never ending. It is the seal of the vows you have just taken to love each other without end.

Ragnar, please place the ring on Mirabelle's left hand and repeat after me."

"As a sign of my love, that I have chosen you, above all else, with this ring, I thee wed."

She was barely holding herself together now, and struggled through the words when placing the ring on my hand in return.

"To make your relationship work will take love. Continue to date each other. Take time to show each other that your love and marriage grows stronger with time. It will take trust to know that in your hearts, you truly want what is best for each other. It will take dedication to stay open to one another, and to learn and grow together. It will take loyalty to go forward together, without knowing exactly what the future brings. And it will take commitment to hold true to the journey you have both pledged today.

And now by the power vested in me by the Eight Divines, it is my honour and delight to declare you married. Go forth and live each day to the fullest. You may seal this declaration with a kiss."

I lifted her veil and she practically fell against me as we enjoyed our first kiss as husband and wife. Though a tear or two did fall, the smile on her face was something else. She was nothing short of beautiful. I knew I was a very lucky man.

"I am pleased and honoured to present the newlyweds, Ragnar and Mirabelle Dragonborn."

The assembled masses rose and applauded as she took my hand and I led us down the aisle and out into the sunshine. The Divines were definitely pleased with the marriage as we were escorted to Castle Dour. I had a memory of the last wedding I'd attended in Solitude. Led towards a private room, I asked for a few minutes, and once the door closed and I locked it, I took her in my arms as she wept. "Sorry," she murmured, "I'm just so happy."

"I love you."

"I love you," she mumbled into my chest. She let herself calm down before finally looking up. "Mirabelle Dragonborn," she whispered.

"Aye. Did you like the service?"

"I'm glad they kept it relatively simple. I would have started crying too much otherwise." She rested her head against my chest again. "I'm just glad we're married. I won't say finally. I understood why it might never have happened."

"You will be my queen, Belle. And I will do my best to treat you like one every day. I will endeavour to keep the people of Solitude and Skyrim happy, but your happiness is the most important to me. If you're happy, I'm happy, and I will be a far more effective leader."

She leaned back again. "This might sound... strange... but while I will enjoy ruling alongside you, all I want to be is a mother now, Ragnar. I've had this life growing inside me for months. Now I just want to watch our child grow once I give birth. Keep our child safe and protected. Watch him or her learn and develop." She stood on her tiptoes and gently kissed me. "And I will definitely make sure I'm with child again as soon as possible."

"I'm guessing we're having a few?"

"Yes. Yes, we are, Ragnar. No matter what, I can promise you an endless amount of sex, and that's just from your wife. Can't forget our mistresses." I couldn't help chuckle. "Lydia will want more than one. Not sure about Aela. I think if she has a daughter, she'll be happy. Serana and Elisif will eventually want children too. And they'll want you to be the father."

"Guess we'll have to organise the palace."

"But that's for later." She let me go and look around before leaning back and managing to sit up on a chest of drawers. "I think you need to fuck your queen right now, King Ragnar."

Reaching under her skirt, I pulled her panties down, not surprised they were already wet. I made her giggle, and blush a little, as I held them to my nose and inhaled. Her scent made me hard as a rock. Once I had my cock out, she shuffled forward, eager for me to slide it inside her. Once we were joined, she looped her arms around my neck and whispered, "Fuck your queen, my king."

Wasn't a bad way to seal our marriage. And, of course, there was a knock on the door in the middle of our coupling. "We're busy. Come back later," I grunted.

"How long, sire?"

"Belle?"

She met my eyes then smirked. "Your king is pleasing his wife. He will be as long as he's needed."

"Of course, ma'am. We'll let the guests know you're currently indisposed."

"Thank you," I added, hearing the steps disappear, then I focused on pleasing my wife, both of us enjoying an orgasm a few minutes later.

"You can keep my panties," she said, hopping down, "I'll enjoy feeling your cum dribble out of me for the next few minutes."

I glanced up. "Thank you, Divines, for giving me my wife." I put her panties in my pocket, adding, "I might fake sniffles later so I can sniff these during the night." That made her crack up laughing before I kissed her a final time. "Come on, we should go greet our guests."

We were introduced as husband and wife to the assembled guests, and before anything else was done, Mirabelle was crowned as Queen of Skyrim. A simple ceremony but I don't she would have had it any other way. Once the applause died down, I was thankful I didn't have to give a speech, Mirabelle and I being seated as the Emperor stepped forward and shared a few words. He kept it short, though, and soon the sound of music and conversation filled the air as we were joined by our friends at the long table.

It was a great day and evening, all of Solitude joining in the festivities. By the time Mirabelle and I were ready to call it a night, the party was still going, and I had a feeling would continue well into the morning. We wished most of the guests near us goodnight. The Jarls and Emperor would all depart the next morning, so this was the best time for them to wish us goodbye. The last goodbye was to the Emperor, who suggested I get Skyrim back in order, but I would have an invitation to the Imperial City in the future. I hadn't returned there since I'd left for Skyrim, so I stated any invite would be accepted immediately.

Returning to the Blue Palace, while I would have liked to have made love to my wife, we undressed and collapsed into bed, Mirabelle curling up next to my body and we promptly fell asleep.

The next couple of weeks were busy for a variety of reasons. One was the fact I wanted to move all my girls into the palace. I knew about the Pelagius Wing, told long ago that it was closed off. I thought that was ridiculous so I went in myself to deal with anything in there. It was empty, just full of cobwebs and the appearance of having been abandoned for a long time. So I sent in servants and cleaners, made sure each room had new furniture, and to ensure everyone was comfortable, I spent a night sleeping in each room, Mirabelle joining me, of course.

Lydia, Aela, Serana, Haelga and Elisif moved in immediately, each taking a room. If the stewards thought it an unusual arrangement, they kept their opinion to themselves, but I was eventually told by more than one that it simply added life to what was usually a rather quiet palace.

Any other plans I had regarding my new reign, I put off until Mirabelle and Lydia gave birth to our child. I wanted to tour Skyrim and visit each city, realising that the people would want to see their king. I didn't know Torygg at all, but I knew most Jarls kept to themselves in their halls, venturing out only rarely. I wanted to be a king of the people, so to speak. I wanted the ordinary man and woman to know their king recognised them as much as any Jarl.

But, for now, it perhaps wasn't the right time but I was focused on my personal life and the impending arrival of children in our lives.