Cami

From Christmas to the New Year, these were the days that Miguel devoted all of his days to his family. There would be no Estate agenda, only pig back rides for Gabriela and running around with his baby boy. He'd be with Kalina and make sure she'd fell the most loved woman on the planet.

He got a beach house, secluded and not so far from Copacana, so they wouldn't miss the firework show. Larissa came to meet them on Christmas, and she and Miguel would keep the tradition his father wished for them, of always dinning together during Christmas Eve time. His heart bursted with happiness when she said she'd stay for the New Year too. Kalina's family started arriving too, for the New Year's Eve. There were also a few couple of friends, only the real ones. Miguel wanted a private, small gathering. There was laughter, joy and love in his life again, and Miguel couldn't feel this blessed without the family he was nuturing.

The countdown started, and Miguel had both of their families with them. He wrapped one arm around his wife's waist and finished the countdown looking in love at her. By the time 2024 arrived, he leaned and placed his forehead against hers, "Feliz Ano Novo, meu amor", he whispered and kissed her tenderly. It had been over than 10 years since they first met, and despite all the bumps, Miguel was certain that he had made the right choice by keeping her,

He only pulled away when Gabriella started making disguted noises, and he laughed, "I do hope you keep this opinion until you are fifty years old", he chuckled and pulled her in his arms, While still having one arm wrapped wrapped around Kalina, and Gabriella save in his arms, "Look, those are very colorful, right?", he asked her and pointed to the fireworks. @ambition-of-a-vixen

Hearing him grunt at her, she knew that he heard everything that she said and could trust he would take care of it like he took care of everything, ensuring she felt supported and heard. She knew her husband well enough to know that he was thinking of everything and all she needed to do was relax and enjoy the moment. And was she enjoying it, the way he took it personal if she wasn’t enjoying her time with him, she was certain he would be offended if she didn’t orgasm at least a few times. Even she thought to deny him, she physically couldn’t, he was ever so talented when it came to her pleasure. Chills went down her back feeling him pressed against her back. She focused on sucking the tips of his fingers, occasionally letting her tongue trail further, he was going to know that if given the opportunity, she would swallow his seed in a heartbeat. Feeling him back inside of her made her whine, he never did like to play fair. She was seeing things at that point, stars and all. His little dip into pain and pleasure told her that she was open to some aspects of BDSM even if she wasn’t trying to play with anal. All she could do at this point was grit her teeth to growl “Tu…eres…muy…RABIOSO!” Remembering that they were going to Spain soon. Her voice crescendo-ing as she did.

This. Was. A. Performance. And her husband was a star! This was more than just fucking, this was amazing and the best that she received and was making mental notes to bless her husband with a performance of her own. She was going to show him all the pleasure and ensure he was thoroughly taken care of as he did for her. He held her down preventing her from flipping them, she promised herself that he was going to get a ride of his life the moment her children were sleeping on that the plane to Spain. Every orgasm he made her feel, that was going to be her edging them both together until he was putty in her hands begging for a merciful release. Kal bit into the mattress as he shoved his fingers into her, her attempts feeble at most to mask the fact that he was doing dirty delectable things to her. There was a few people who worked in the palace who didn’t know that the current monarchs were extremely sexual beings when the were not denying themselves the pleasure of flesh. She was sure that if they had it their way, Miguel would’ve made her orgasm in every room and they would fuck every few hours until he orgasmed himself in every room, saved for Ganya’s room since it was constructed before he was back. The moment she was getting use to his delicious fingers, he plunged her full of his cock and she orgasmed again. “Miguel!” She screamed as he placed his hands on her hips. She was ready to rocket off if he didn’t hold her. He was about to come and she was going to spent by the time he did. All she could do was grasp the sheets as they went to complete this wild ride. Her orgasms were coming faster and in quicker successions and all she knew was either the last would be with him or shortly after him. She loved it when it was the same time, and today was a day she got what she wanted, her final orgasm coinciding with his. She fell to the bed once they were complete, in need of liquid energy reboot and being in his arms. She smiled hearing him swear like that. “You are a wonder of this world, my love!” She said softly, pulling the sheets to cover her as she looked to her nightstand. She knew that without a doubt, her Iliana set coconut water on the night stand as a post performance refresh. She poured a cup sipping on in hearing her husband’s command. Kali was all too willing to be compliant, coming to him. He may have had one of her wrist, but she held the cup to his lips. “I am in heaven, to go from not having sex since Mikhail still in me till now, I at first thought I was pliable because we haven’t had sex in forever, but after orgasm number five, I have to wonder where did you learn that?” She teased her husband.

Miguel:

After what felt like one of the best fuck of his life, all Miguel was thinking about was to take a long nap on that plane. If this was a preview of what was coming to happpen in Spain, he’d need all of his energy. Kalina words make him chuckle, his cheeks turning red, “Hold on, say that again! I want to record and send to everyone to hear that”, he teased and grabbed his phone. He took a quick pic of her, the sheets covering her divine body. It turned a candid pic of his wife. Anyone who’d see it would think she had just woken up, but only Miguel would know all the dirty things they had done before that photo was taken. He watched when she took the liquid and drank it. He smiled like a fool when she came along, lying near him. 

Still, a bit confused he allowed her to place the cup to his lips. From the smell of it, Miguel recognized the coconut water and took a long sip from it. “Holy shit... you had five orgasms? I am that good, I know”, he joked, winking back at her. He was more worried to make that moment last than count. She made him laugh, and then he looked intently on her face, “After all those years, I’ve imagined you’d know the answer right now. You drive me crazy, Kalina. I didn’t learn any of that” He remembered one time on the island. The situations were different, but the hunger felt just the same. He still couldn’t believe how he pulled it off, but he remembered having her on his shoulders, all spread and open to him on the wall, and he licked every piece of her core. Deep down, he knew since that time that she was the one for him, but his stubborness and anger would make him blind to that truth.Y”ou inspire me, and like you said. We haven’t been intimate since Mikhail, and honestly, I wanted to make this moment last for as long as I was able, because I didn’t want it to end, and I wanted to savour each moment of it”, he leaned over and kissed her softly.

The way her husband stared back at her, Kalina knew her husband was feeling like a beast unleashed and ready to strike at any moment. A part of her, one that was newer, felt a streak of happiness that she already fed her baby boy and could spend time playing around with her husband. Her husband who hadn’t touched her in months when that might be one of his top two things to do in life. It was like he was addicted to her and that made her all the more addicted to him. The woman was so lost in how it felt with him touching her that his worlds took longer to register, especially when he touched her chest. Being so touch deprived, Kal almost orgasmed from being touched on her chest like that. It was then his words hit and that newer side immediately took over, her maternal side. “Misha, if I can’t leave to feed him, he’ll have to come us. My baby isn’t going to starve and I won’t experience my breast being engorged and in pain…” all she could do was whimper her words. As much fire she felt, it paled to how horny she felt and his touch was send her to me places she hadn’t had since Mikhail was born. The way he promised her that she was going to be all his, the ass slap, it made her undone, all she needed was even the slightest touch to her nipples, clitoris or vaginally and she would be orgasming instantly…well till he hit her off button. It was like she was pulled back from melting. “Miguel. You have my mouth that has never let you down, my breast are growing in size as we speak and my pussy that is like a waterfall, drenching wet everytime you touch me, you don’t need my asshole, let’s leave it for shit.” She said pulling his hand from her ass, pulling it between her legs, letting his finger into her mouth, imitating how she would suck his dick.

He was relentless and she saw how much he was enjoying making her lose her mind. He was the sole reason she was almost ready to fall over. She knew now wasn’t the moment she could just orgasm without his permission but she was only going to be able to hold it off for so much longer. Kalina placed her hand on his at her waist, his command and fingers making her orgasm all over his fingers, splashing him as she fought to not fall over. It felt like a blink of the eye that his hand ended up at her neck and him being plunged deep inside of her, making her cum again, creaming on his shaft and she searched his hand again trying to not fall over. “Mishaaa” she moaned in apology. He was doing a number on her and sending her over the edge, she unable to stop creaming on his shaft, his words, his actions, the truth that she missed this, in truth she felt like a beggar in the desert just now getting water for the first time in a very long time. All she could seem to mutter was her love to him. “I…love…you…my Misha!” She cried out to his words. His slow strokes making her submit to his control. She was pliable and moving to his whims. As the speed picked up, so did her cries, she was lost completely to the pleasing of her husband. He may have been successful in edging himself but it only made her squirt on his dick, she couldn’t control it. He was her everything and the reason she felt like this. She knew that right now, he had the upper hand and the control, but she would take in back. It might not be this session or the next but she would be the one making him cum like he was a common whore, taking control of his pleasure when it pleased her. This is was absolutely divine and she knew with the way they were fucking, she was going to be pregnant again and in this moment she didn’t care, she just wanted to enjoy the pleasure of him. Kalina felt like it was a mixture of the two orgasms in one as he commanded her to cum for him. She was utterly spent. “Misha, cum for me now please. I wanna feel that warm seed coursing through me. I have never came that many times in one time and can’t see straight. Fuck me till I can see straight again and I’m pregnant again.” She begged.

Miguel: Miguel was deaf to the words she was saying... Worried about leaving their baby starving? Of course he wouldn’t allow that, and of course the baby would wait a few moments so his mother would be free to feed him. He grunted, if she was able to talk and make sentences like that, then he wasn’t fucking her right. He wanted her to forget who she was and where she was. He allowed Kalina to speak a little more, and when she pulled his finger into her dirty mouth, he slowed his thrusting, pressing his chest against her back, and forcing her the lean even down on the matress, tilting her hips higher towards him. She sucked his finger and he knew she’d rather be sucking something else. He groaned, the thought of having those lips around his dick, the look on her face when he’d fuck her mouth almost made him come hard. His mouth trailed small bites on her shoulder before he conected his teeth on the skin at the crook of her neck at the same time he thrusted hard and deep in her core, combining pain and pleasure at the same time. “Baby, I love thise dirty mouth of you”, he panted near her ear, burrying his dick inside each time he talked in her ear. “And those breasts... I’d gladly suck and release the pain from them.... And your pussy... I’m addicted to her... So wet, so juicy.... But I want it all... And when you’re ready... I’ll treat you... So good... You’ll love... Each moment.. Of it”

Seeing his beautiful grey eyes on their son made her heart melt, seeing it his eyes on her husband though made her feel like she was in storm of emotions and depending on the emotions that he was feeling it would determine the kind of storm she felt like she was in. Seeing those beautiful grey eyes intensify like this made her weak in the knees and forget why she was ever mad at him, all she knew was that she needed him like a man in the desert needed water. Kalina watched her husband, feeling her womanhood throb so much that it almost hurt, she needed him to set out the fire that was growing within, knowing that she was going to start to touch herself if he didn’t stop staring at her and just gave in to the desire.

She turned only her head to see her husband’s face as he stalked towards her. Kalina was certain her husband could see how aroused she was now that she was bent over like this. “Misha…” she whined, waiting for him to get to bed, she was ready to feel him on her, whether it was him licking her clean and to the bone, them fucking, or her husband submitting to her will as she she took him in her mouth, sucking him like a straw. “That’s how you’re going to fuck me? You must really love me then, so come and fuck me…raw…dirty…filthy.” She said barely over a whisper. Her jaw almost went slack seeing him exposed. Any defiance, it temporarily evaporated from her body, all she could think about was his cock inside of her. “Misha, as long as the kids are fine and can’t hear me, I don’t mind at all screaming your name until you spasm from cumming so much. I want you physically incapable of moving because we fucked so much, your legs are weak. I only want to break because we need to eat or my breast hurts so much that I need to go feed Mikhail. I need you.” She cried out, feeling him get closer. Kali could feel the heat permeating off him. Stars she was getting weak in the knees.

She whimpered feeling his hand on her, words were failing her as she felt how close his face was to her. She could only nod her head as he told her what he was going to do. She cried out feeling his tongue touch her, she was ready to melt in his arms. “Misha…Misha…MisHA!” She was so deprived of touch that she could feel her first orgasm building up. She wanted him to make her orgasm repeatedly off head alone. His fingers felt like magic in her as he focused his mouth on her clit. She reached for his hand, needing his support to stay up. “I love you, oh stars and the heavens above, I lo…you’re gonna…” She couldn’t even finish her sentence, she was so lost in his touch.

Miguel:

If that woman knew how much power she had over him, she would never dared to look at him with such hunger in her eyes. A hunger that could only matches with his own. Kalina was very dangerous, not only because she was capable of anything to protect those that she loved, but because she was the only person Miguel, and emperor would kneel in front of. If he had never grown up and swalloed his pride, he knew he’d have never found the way back to her, her heart... And now her bed, and sweet hot spot she had that he was completely addicted. The grey in his eyes was almost gone, his gaze dark with how easily she submitted to him. He shook his head, “I won’t allow you to leave and go feed Mikhail”, his hands travelled on her sides, and once he reached her breasts, he gave them a rough squeeze. “You’re gonna be only mine. For the first day you won’t leave the room, I’ll do whatever I want to you”, he caressed her buttcheek before slaping her hard again, “I’ll fill you with so much cum that I wouldn’t be surprised if I breeded you on this travel”, his voice was low with hunger. “I’ll make you feel so good, so safe that I’ll fuck and fill all of holes”, he almost purred on her ear, his finger finding her butt hole and circling around it. Kalina had never allowed him to fuck that way, and Miguel would never give up on making her give in and allow it.

Kalina watch her husband’s reaction to her desire, making her feel truly desired. She felt like they finally moved on from the grief and guilt from their actions. His cruelty, her immaterity, his reaction and her running away. He told her he needed her and rather than tell him she was hurting, She ran away, taking their Kids, his other joy of his life. Miguel’s cheeky smile, that could be the last thing she saw and she would be happy, seeing it in the mirror, it made her heart swell. She was struggling to focus on his words as he played in her. She could only nod her head, Kalina felt herself get wetter as his fingers continued in side of her. She bit her lip as he spoke, trying to stiffle her moans. His wife was melting in his hands, his lips on her ear, she couldnt stiffle it anymore, moaning as he slide in two fingers. Kalina was truly at Miguel’s whim being bent over like that. She secretly wished he did, Kalina was aching for him. She need to pause his activity, because if no one stopped, then they would never leave and she needed to be in Spain being treated like a whore by her husband. Kalina watched her husband lick his fingers and she knew what that meant, he was going to want her with her legs legs on his shoulder as he played with her, sending her into euphoria. “Misha…” she groaned, it was getting hard at this point not to throw self control out the window. The empress knew by how his pants were straining that he was aroused, his erection was undeniable at this point.

Kali watch her husband face as She dropped her towel. “Misha… feel me. I’m throbbing so hard and all I can do is think about you and that cook.” she bemused, stalking towards him. She bit her lip as he grabbed her ass. She loved how his skin felt against hers. Kal couldnt help growling at him when he stopped her from Kissing him. She was prepared to issue a demand for him to kiss her when he made his demand. She whimpered, feeling like he was shoving off, he had to remind her that she met her match. “Yes, Sir.” She said, acquising to his will. That smacks made her yelp as she started to walk away. Kalina marche to their bed, Crawling in slowly, Kali wanted him to savor the view as she crawled in bed. “Misha… come and get it.” She said in a sing song manner, beaconing him over.

Miguel:

It was really, really hard to not throw her at the floor and fuck her right there. His grey eyes turned dark as this savage urge took over him. It had been months, extremely painful months that he couldn’t be there as one with her, that he couldn’t be his husband. He knew pretty much most of the fault was on him, since they both had strong personalities, his overwhelming stubborn behavior was the reason why they grew distant. But no more... He was going to finally make up for all that time lost.

He let a small smirk, Kalina looked pretty happy, and he wanted to make her stop singing and instead beg for mercy. “This is how things will work...”, his voice was low, dripping with lust while he looked the sight of his wife all open on the bed for him. “I will treat you like a dirty whore...”, he said while making a small step towards her, watching her frame as she was his delicious prey and he the monster lurking around. “I will fuck you like an animal, no love, just raw filthy sex...”, he almost growled the words, taking a few more steps while he unbuttoning the belt and then his trousers, releasing a lot of pressure from his throbbing cock. “Once I’m satisfied, we’ll take a nice bath and on the plane you’ll have your turn on me, because if I’m still on charge, I’ll make you scream so loud no one on that place will be able to sleep”, he stopped closer to the bed and then got on his knees.

Kalina watched her husband in the mirror, seeing him undress her with his eyes. She knew exactly what he wanted to do and she was in no mood to deny him when he was prepared to give her exactly what she wanted. She slid her hands over his hands, she was going to need to hold on to him before she melted in his hands. She wanted to lean over the counter, giving him full access to fuck her. She bit her lip feeling his hard member. “I want to go to bed, I need you so bad…then we can go to Alhambra, my palace in Granada, Spain…where we will fuck there and spend time with the children. Come back…Monday morning.” She whispered breathily. The way he held her, he was making her loose her train of thought.

She moaned again, her chest started to go breath heavily. The kids on her should, stars, she was over the moon happy being in his arms like this. She just wanted to be laid out on the floor, being dominated by her husband. She hadn’t been touched in so long and she was wanted to move past their problems. She was past her postpartum and forgiven him for the abandonment, she needed the reconciliation and that started with him drilling her. She needed her husband. The way he started touching her, she came undone. She turned around pushing him off her. “Eloa! Can you come in here please.” She demanded, keeping a blank face. She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for her secretary to come. The young woman peaked her head in. Before the woman could ask what did she want, Kalina launched into what she wanted. “Tell the emperor’s secretary that he is going to taking time with his family. Then instruct the staff to pack our bag and to get the children ready for a weekend in Granada. We will be leaving by noon. Thank you, please get to it.” She instructed her. Once the couple was alone again, she turned back to her husband, dropping her towel. The empress stood before her husband. “You’re hungry, right? You’re going to fuck your wife, now. I need you.” Kal said to her husband as she started to approach him. She rubbed her hands up his chest, taking in how he felt, feeling hot and wet between her legs. Her hands went from his chest to his face, bringing his head down to meet her lips.

Miguel knew that look on her face so well, Kalina wanted this as badly as him. It was almost like she needed it too, to feel that connection again. “Alright...”, he hummed at her first demand, he was in the very same mood as hers. He flashed one of his famous cheeky smiles when she declared she needed him, humming against her skin while he trailed his lips upon her shoulder, his hand massaging her center with firm circles. He chuckled hoarsely when his dirty wife started talking, “It’s a plan, we should start making the arrangements, right?”, he whispered on her ear while his hand slipped underneath her towel, his fingers slidding upon her wet folds. He groaned at that felling, “I will fuck you, and then I’ll make love to you in every inch of that palace. Monday morning, and you’ll stay in bed all day, because of our little sex escape for the weekend”, he then bit her earlobe, two of his fingers sliding in her warm spot while his rubbed his erection against her ass.

It was a typical Friday, starting off as any other. Kal would get up before her husband, going to go feed her son. She always wants to make sure he had that time with her bonding beloved baby. It would be his time with her alone, time dedicated to her adoring him. Then she would see to it that she would get her daughter up in the morning, waking her up with a song, easing the toddler up. Gabriela could always find a way to make Kalina’s mornings brighter. Once they would get out of bed, Kal would get her daughter into the bath, playing with her a bit before going to get her own day started. It was by then that her husband began to stir from his sleep.

The woman would shower whilst the children would dress, trying to enjoy this pocket of time to herself before she had to dedicate herself to everyone else. This was her pocket of peace. Once she stepped foot out of the shower, the show began. It was picking clothing, deciding what hairstyle, reassessing the daily schedule, seeing to her children, being available to her husband, and she loved it. She would find herself looking at her husband while he dressed in his closet, adoring that man. She was drying off from the shower when he approached. Iliana, Kali’s chief of staff, gave Kali a look asking should she leave despite the emperor’s dismissal, she been with Kal since the beginning and wanted to make sure she was good. Kal gave the woman a nod before focusing on her husband in the mirror. “Well good morning my love.” She smiled to him, incapable of hiding her joy. She looked at him puzzled on what his request would be. It was the neck kiss that was almost her undoing. It triggered a moan, making her blush. She was shocked by his proposal, a weekend holiday. The empress began to ponder. “Like in the country or anywhere? When you say anything…like anything anything?” She asked, her mind racing, immediately thinking about treating her husband like a slut.

Miguel would feel several years younger whenever Kalina would call him love again. Back in Egypt, he was afraid of not being worth of her love anymore, and there she was, calling him by the most beautiful name. And she was shinning, which made her even more beautiful in his eyes. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, one little pull and that towel would be on the floor, his wife standing with all of her beauty. Miguel took a deep breath at the sound of her moaning, trying to contain that desire that would undress her with one gaze. His hands slid down on her hips, pulling her closer to his own, and she could feel him stiffening against her. “Yes, anywhere...”, he started and leaned back, moving to her other shoulder where he repeat the same move.

Miguel walked to where his wife was changing, also getting ready for her day, which he prayed was as calm as his was. He stopped by the door, hands on the pockets of his pants, he licked his bottom lip as he watched her doing her things. He hit the jack pot with her, Kalina looked breathtaking. He gave a small nod to the maids all around to leave them alone before he made his way towards her. “Hey, gorgeous”, he said and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. “I was wondering...”, he said and pulled her hair away before placing a kiss on the point he knew she loved between her neck and shoulder, “How about we cancel our meetings today and take his weekend just for us and the kids. We can do whatever you’d like. What do you say?”, he proposed and watched their reflection on the mirror.

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It had been seven months since Miguel was able to breath again, and life was back in his body. Seven months since he found the most precious part of his being. His wife and his two beautiful kids. He knew he had messed up big time, trying to punish his wife for something that was in her nature. And Kalina had gracefully tried and adapted her personality with his culture. Something he rarely thanked her for. On the fly back home, Miguel barely let go of her hand, fingers intertwined, as if she’d disappear from his reach if he ever let go of her. 

Miguel made up his mind, decided to end this winter between them once for all. His relationship with his kids never changed, he was always the loving and dedicated pai . With Kalina, he became more caring, more present and less vicious towards her. He always respected her space, if he knew his wife better, he wouldn’t try and pressure her on doing anything she didn’t want or approve. Except when it was related to his mother, or murdering someone, even though he could see as clear as the sun how much she considered that possibility a few times. 

He was responsible with all his duties, both as father, emperor and husband. He always asked her if she was alright, and was gentle behind closed doors and in public events. The midia soon forgot about those gossip tabloids of when he was in Europe, because the love and dedication to his wife was clear in the way he looked at her. There were times when something else was burning in his eyes, the passion and desire he had for the mother of his children. She was perfect in all ways possible. The mother, the wife, the woman, and above all the empress she was. If he could, he’d have his way with her right there on the throne room, in the presence of public. He knew his gaze was powerful, and it didn’t go unnoticed how he made people close to them blush when he looked at his wife with passion in her eyes.

She didn’t dare want to let go of him. After months of being out of sorts with him, it meant so much for her to appear back in his good graces. She watched as he seemed to relax and that made her seem to lull her into a peaceful feeling. She leaned over to kiss his forehead. She stared at his face before kissing him again. He was her husband and she was reminded that since they got married, that some of the things that she loved in Dimitri, her first love, her husband had that and more. She saw in his face the vulnerability and scared man that was shoved deep down, he was baring himself to her. She parted his legs to sit on his lap, smiling to him, Kal wanted him to know that she was there for him. His face looked pensive and that made her worry. She wanted to ease his pain. She thought about kissing him but instead hugged him, sharing her warmth. She noticed his small smile and it filled her with a childish feeling of happiness. He created this sense of safety with him, one that she felt with only a few. She felt his presence in his children and it kept at bay the monster she could be. “I see why you left, but I trust very few with my feelings and during that time I was already terrified. I was scared that the virus was going to take you out, I was scared I was going to loose Mik, and you just left me. I trust you and you just left me. I don’t feel comfortable telling you things anymore because who knows what is going to cause you to run off on us, gallivanting all over Europe while we stay home.” She confessed. She didn’t know if she could honestly trust him completely again. She is a terrible person and she knew that. She knew that she would kill anyone who threatened her family and would only feel pure satisfaction of saving her family. She still hated the council but tolerated so much for him. ‘How was it a lie? I told you before that I would do it. I tried to kill you before, Ivanskha will tell you I lash out the most when I’m hurting. I haven’t in years though, you placate my fury. I’ve been in Brazil and didn’t kill when I want to. I force myself to swallow that anger and I do things to help me feel that…release. I’ve wanted to harm your little whore, I wanted to make your mother feel tremendous pain and I didn’t because of you. It’s more like I confirmed that I did do what I said I would do.’ She wanted to say. But that would bother him and she shook her head. She sighed. “I have been good. I did that on the island, since coming back to you, I’ve been good. It’s not been a lie, I haven’t hurt anyone in so long, for you!” She said knowing that it’s how he would be able to accept better. She knew admitting that there was still that darkness to her wouldn’t be good. She scrunched up her face and she felt sick. Did he truly not feel bad for hurting her? He should feel sorry about hurting her. She literally ran away because of the pain and he didn’t feel any remorse. That sent a flare of her anger and she held her hand as the thought to backhand slap him flew across her mind. It was how he said that he loved her that sent a relief to calm her anger. She held her tongue though. She swallowed her thoughts nodding her head. “We can be better together. Especially since the Catholic Church wouldn’t permit you to divorce me. I did not cheat, we’ve had children and you have to set the example on how to be a good catholic for your subjects. As I for the Eastern Orthodox. ” She smirked to him. She rubbed his hand reassuringly. “We made vows for through thick and thin.”

She turned back to him making a face at him. She didn’t know if she she pull away from him or push him. Her thoughts made me want to leap up to grab her son and dash out of the door. His words comforted her, and his kiss soothed her beating heart. “So you now understand?” She asked moving close to him. She smiled to him again. He was always the one who knew how to say the thing that made her feel the most love but that also coincided with him also being the one who could hurt her the most. His compliment made her heart warm. She leaned over to her husband, kissing his lips softly. “You are a splendid father to our daughter and with our son getting older, he is now 5 months and that’s a great age for a baby to spend more time with their papa’s.” She smiled to him. This time, it was she who laughed. “My love, it’s you who placates me and make me feel like I can relax. But trust, I’m very much the woman who would shove my enemies face against crushed glass if it meant we’d succeed. What’s changed the most in my opinion is my enemies have more to use against me to hurt me. You, Gabriel and Mikhail, the three of you are ways that people can hurt me. But you also given me everything that I didn’t know that I wanted. I wanted to rule and with you, I am. I have my power, love and family. That is what satiated me. ” She confessed to him. She stood up, dusting herself off. She smiled to her husband before going to grab her beautiful baby boy. “Hello my lovely baby boy. Shall we go see daddy, I think we will.” She smiled to her baby kissing at his little face. She crouched down next to her husband. She passed him to his father. She laughed at his question. “I did, if you were going to be hurting my feelings, I didn’t want the excuse of alcohol tomorrow when you came to your senses.” She laughed to him. Hearing him say that he’d cut ties with France over her, that made her heart smile. “For me you would? I couldn’t let you but it means so much that you would. I love you so much!” She leaned over to kiss him again. She knew he wouldn’t. But for him to say that, it meant so much to her. He was really trying for her.

Miguel:

Despite still a bit numb by the panic attack from earlier, Miguel could feel Kalina’s kisses upon his skin, and it made him feel more at ease. He allowed himself to relax under her touch, relieved that his wife was back to him, and that woman who desired nothing but to be away from him and keep a marriage for pretendings was gone. It was also a relief to expose her of all of his weakness to her, and learning that he wasn’t alone, and had someone there to for him to hold him up. Kalina placed herself on his lap, and his arms wrapped around her small frame, pulling her close to his chest. He sighed in content when she hugged him, and he leaned his head upon her chest. That was his true heaven, he hadn’t felt this peace in months and he could cry of joy, being truly happy after what felt like a century of misery. Miguel listened to her, feeling lighter that she could understand his reaction, he turned his gaze up to her when she told him about her feelings. He knew very well how hard was for her to talk about them, it was just as hard it was for him... But he was willing to be more open, and to express his feelings better, not only for her, but also for the children. He wanted to give them a better home than the one he had. “I’m really sorry about how you felt, but I promise you I’m not the same as I was before, when I left you. I hated when you left me, not knowing where you were, it was the worst feeling I ever felt. I promised myself I wouldn’t feel that way again”, he told her, “ I will earn that trust again, you’ll see, my beloved”, he murmured softly. Miguel was determined to be a changed man, the best father and husband he could be from now on. “I know you’ve been good, and I’m really proud of you”, he told her honestly. “I don’t know what inspired you, and I honestly can’t take credit for it. I know you’d rather torture anyone who dared to hurt me, or get any close to me or the kids”, he chuckled lightly. If he hadn’t stopped her from going after his mother, he was sure the former queen would be dead for now. He couldn’t find in himself the strenght to forgive her, but he was sure he didn’t want to end up as murder like her. He rolled his eyes in a playful manner, “I don’t want to be with you because it’s the right thing for the Church, or our subjects. I want to fight for us, because I love you, you are the love of my life, and I couldn’t be happier beside anyone else”, he said with a loving smile, “You challenge me, my life with you is a real adventure. You’re smart, witty, and brave. You’re also insane and crazy, but I love that in you”, he told with a small smile. He held her hands, before bringing them to his lips, “We made, and I’m not giving up that easily. You know how stubborn I can be”

It was his laugh that sent a chill down her spin. It told her that he wasn’t going to let her go, whether things were good or bad, she was stuck. He’d go back to his behavior from the island, kissing her randomly and disparaging any man who tries to get close to her romantically. She took a step back when she saw the glare. She started to steel herself, preparing for his hurtful words. But instead he was quiet, just drinking more. She glared at the glass and he took another drink. Kalina marched up to him, snatching the glass from him, throwing it out the window. “I think you’ve had enough. If you’re going to verbally hurt me, I’d prefer you not have the excuse of being drunk.” She said, reminded of the time he was drunk and launched attacks at her on the island that resulted in a calamity ending with her trying to stab him with the letter opener. She grew concerned about him when she noticed him sweating, this was a Brazilian, he grew up in heat like this…why was he sweating like this, it’s not like she was either, something was wrong but she didn’t know what. “Let me ask you, whether it was one night or more, how would you feel if I was meeting up with the French Prince whom I have sexual history with? Especially when we are at odds? Am I wrong for being hurt by that. Regardless of if you dallied with that whore or not, the perception isn’t a favorable one.” She explained, wanting him to understand her. She pulled her hair down from the bun, she needed to loosen something up, and she didn’t have the baby in arms and didn’t need to worry about him pulling her hair. She wanted her husband to understand her pain and most of all, to want her, not just for the sakes of the kids, but because he loves her still.

She watched him look at him concerned about him. He clutched at his chest and all her pain subsided. Right now, all she could think was her husband was not in a good place. She approached him gingerly as he tried to get his balance. “Miguel!” She exclaimed moving to his side. She moved with him to lean against the wall, sitting with him. He needed her right now and she wouldn’t leave his side. “Miguel, I’m right here. Look at me. You can regain control. Deep breathes and hold it before letting it out again. Please my love, I can’t loose you like this! Please catch your breathe!” She begged of him. She moved to sit in front of him. She watched him take steps to bring himself back to reality, he didn’t need her, she felt helpless watching the man she loves go through it all alone. “I am here, please catch your breathe.” She still begged, trying to not cry.

She sighed with relief when he was able to open his eyes and look at her without breathing rapidly. She let go all her tears when he finally apologized. “Thank you.” She said taking his hand. She scooted closer to him, finally close with her husband after months of distance. “I’m not the same woman you married. You’ve gone through a tremendous ordeal continuously, so it makes sense. I don’t want the same man I married, I want us to grow together.” She said to him weakly. She watched him close his eyes. She kissed his hand. “Do you really mean it? You don’t want to divorce? You gave me that impression when you left me twice. Miguel I’ve been miserable without you, I must confess.” She smiled to him. She needed to hear him say that and it was like everything else was okay then. She wanted nothing more than to kiss and make up. It was that confession that did it in for her, the tears came flowing. It was the vulnerability that made her throw herself against his chest. “You won’t have to, I’ll help you. I’ll willingly come back Brazil at your side, happily as your wife. Misha, I love you.” She proclaimed. Kalina stood on her knees, leaning over, placing a kiss on his cheek, before settling back on the ground before him. She wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in his arms. After these long months of being apart, and to hear his plea, it became all but painful to be anywhere but with him. She needed to touch and feel him. She needed him, she wanted to dive into his skin, she ached to be with his husband. She looked away from him, he wanted to know why she waited so long. That shame came running back to her as her face turned bright red. She pulled away, placing her hands on her lap, where she stared at her fidget with her hands. “Why…it is because of the everything. I’m not the same woman you married, we’ve gone through so much…your plane accident and me going through pregnancy for months alone thinking that I was a widow, the attempt on your life and my subsequent imprisonment and COVID-19 and carrying our son, something changed in me. I felt guilt and I had to tell you. It was then that I finally felt guilt for the first time in years. As I said, I’m not the same, you can see, I had been trying to be better, a better wife and a better woman.” She confessed. She looked back in him. She had hoped to explain this back then when she first told him, to avoid this shame yet again.

Miguel:

Her hand felt warmer against his, the touch as familiar as before, bringing him back fond memories. Miguel didn’t feel the tension or the anger anymore. At the moment he let that glimpse of vulnerability exposed, he literally felt like a weight left his shoulders. Ever since he returned to Bulgaria, after people thought he was dead, he had gone to the best doctors, the great names in psychology to help him with his trauma, that became many more as the years passed by. It took him a moment to lose control in front of Kalina, and not be the harsh man he wanted to be. It was only then that Miguel understood all the advices, all the talk he had. He needed to trust his wife, fully, he shouldn’t try to be strong all the time when he was just a human. He gave her a small smile. No, she wasn’t the same woman he married, she was different. He looked at her with both admiration and love. He had married the terrible princess of Bulgaria, and now the Empress of Brazil was kissing his hand. “And I’ve been miserable since I left you and Gab on that island. But I was hurt”, he swallowed dryly and looked down, “I need you to understand, but when you told me that secret... I felt like all those years we’re together, honestly, the best years of my life after I lost my father... All those years were a lie, and the idea of losing that happiness, that joy... It brought the worst out of me. I couldn’t bare losing another good thing in my life and I lashed out”, it was his turn to confess now. He turned his gaze back to her, “I know that I hurt you, I know I’m not sorry about it, and I know that’s wrong”, he pursed his lips, “I love you too”, his voice broke a bit, as if he was about to cry. “I’ll be better, better than how I was on the island, better than the man you got married to, and better than the pieces you are holding now”. He was very happy that Kalina would be back with him, not as only the mother of his children, but his wife, the woman of his life. “Thank you for not giving up on me”, he whispered softly and leaned his forehead against hers. “It’s more than what I deserve, thank you”, he breathed out in relief.

She felt an abrupt coldness hit her like a tidal wave and she wanted to cry. This is why she didn’t allow herself to fall into his arms, she knew it was going to go away again, so why fall into it. Why be lulled into another false sense of security. “Stop what? Telling the truth?” She asked feeling better exasperated. She watched him down one drink then another. And that didn’t help how she felt. She felt like her marriage was on the rocks and at this point he was making her feel like it was hopeless. “Fuck me, no fuck you! That’s not a reflection of how you feel about them, it’s how you see me, like I have no more use for you so now you can treat me anyway because your legacy is secured and you don’t need me anymore. You don’t care about our marriage.” She said realizing the words felt mighty true at this point. She watched him drink more and this felt like things were going to get more hurtful as he drunk. “I told you long ago that I was aware that I wasn’t a saint. You called it a demoness. I said that I could be a bitch, a monster, but despite all that, it was you who kept pursuing me. You kept kissing me and fighting me because you wanted me! I could’ve been contained and locked away in Siberia or some part of Russia, but your philandering ass had to making me fall in love with you. Did I or did I not warn you. I thought maybe, just maybe, if the repercussions fell on someone else, maybe it would go through your thick skull ‘Don’t cheat’ but you just had to do it! So I reacted as such! I don’t know you, how am I not to know whether you would cheat on me again when you’ve done it to me before? You cheated on me twice before, so what the fuck is another, it’s just my feelings, you don’t care about those.” She fussed at him. How dare he think that she would just take that. She hated that her son kept her grounded right now, her anger felt raw and washed in pure hatred. She looked up at him and almost wanted to laugh. “Are you fucking serious? Put you in your place? Are you a boy or a man? I could’ve swore I married a man who was meant to be emperor. You don’t put an emperor in his place, because he should know where the fuck his place is. Grow the fuck up and get the fuck over yourself. You don’t leave your very pregnant wife to go run around Europe with other women, especially ones that you’ve have a sexual history with! You don’t leave your wife side after having your baby, you don’t know how harmful that is. You say you fucking love me, you are going to protect me, I don’t have to be so fucking guarded, then fucking be there! Do your job as my fucking husband and maybe I won’t feel like I have to take care of myself and our children. Is that better since you want me to put you in your place?” She asked him sarcastically. That made her want to cry. She needed a sign that this wasn’t the end. It felt like the end and the more he drunk the more hurtful shit he said. She got up to set the boy in his bassinet, he slept like a champ. She took the moment to cover herself.

She sighed heavily before turning back to him. “Miguel, it doesn’t feel like you are back for your family. It feels like you want them back and with the kids and I being a package deal, so you have to take me too. Sending in a team would’ve resulted in me attempting to kill someone and you know that. I won’t let people take my kids. They came out of me, I carried them for nine months, what keeps me in check.” She said standing defiantly in his face. She shook her head realizing that unless there was a major change, this could be the end of them. “You would do so much for them, and that’s what makes you such a great father. But you don’t care about me and I see it now, it’s okay.” She turned her face away from him. She waved her hand, shaking him away to stop. But he kept talking, his words carving her hallow. She stood there, all the work that she worked to achieve here in Egypt was coming undone. She felt her words trapped in her throat as he said that he wasn’t sorry for the neglect and punishments. She fell to the ground, the pain was too much. “Liar. You fucking liar. You don’t love me, you can’t, not if you don’t feel regret for causing pain like that, you couldn’t! Fuck you! You’re the reason I am not standing by your side and I don’t think I can. Not if this is what our marriage is going to be. I’ll stay in Brazil until Mikhail is 18, then…I’ll go. We can have separate bedrooms. I give you my permission to sleep with whatever woman you want, have your mistress if you want. I will not forsaken my title though, I will only move from it in death or to give to my daughter.” She proclaimed, shock in her body, tears flowing now, she slowly started to build another wall, she was going to protect herself.

Miguel:

He let a bitter laugh out, rolling his eyes when Kalina claimed he didn’t care about her. Miguel cared, a lot, and that was what hurt the most. When she said he didn’t care about their marriage, he turned his head towards her. His gaze sharp as ice, as if he could warn her of how far she had just crossed. He was twisted, dark and evil... But he cared about their marriage. Yes, he had made mistakes... he was making a fucking mistake while drinking and talking to her when he was furious. If he hadn’t cared about their marriage, he had cheated on her, multiple times. He had done so much worse, had no respect at all for her or their union. “I still want you”, he whispered quietly, pouring another glass as he listened to her. The alcohol wasn’t burning anymore, his whole body was numb, not only by the amber liquid. He was overwhelmed by all the feelings he felt at the moment, and his better sense won for the time, and he just listened. He had already taken his jacket and loosened his tie, but when Kalina talked about his faults again, he felt hotter, he felt the need to run, to feel free. He pulled his tie off and the shirt from his pants. Alcohol. Heat. Discussion. A drop of sweat ran down on his temple, and he felt his mouth as dry as the desert outside. He looked towards her again, and this time he wasn’t the angry man that was furious that she doubted of his love for her. He was in pieces. “I saw her just one night, I didn’t run around Europe with her, or any other women”, he said, his voice so small compared to the screams in his mind. He unbottoned half of his shirt, his hand running through his brown locks while the only thing he was strong enough to do was to listen to her. The feeling that everything was falling apart was suffocating him, and he had trouble to breath. He wanted to be the man Kalina deserved him to be, but he was so broken, so weak, so idiot and he was a coward. How he had wished he didn’t leave her, or maybe that he was strong enough to ask for a divorce and play pretend until Gabriela was old enough to rise to the throne. But he just couldn’t bare to lose another thing in his life.

He had no idea how Kalina would have reacted when he confessed his darkest secret. Since their boy wasn’t in her arms anymore, he had wished she’d have hitted him, punched him and hurt him physically. Anything was better than what he was feeling. What she did was worse. She said again how he didn’t love her, each of her words crushing his chest harder. The world spinned around, his hand clutching his chest upon his heart as his legs failed him, and he seeked for balance by leaning on a table. He turned his gaze back to her teary face, a silent cry for help before he stumbled against the wall, and slowly slid down to the ground. He felt like he was dying, like he was about to lose control of everything, of himself and the things around him. Miguel closed his eyes, knowing very well what was going on, even though his body was telling him the world was falling apart. Like his therapist taught him, in cases he had panic attacks, Miguel closed his eyes, and placed his hands upon the ground. He felt the texture of it under his fingertips while he tried to breath deep, hold it and exhale all out. His mind then trailed to one of his happiest memories. The morning his father let him in his office, allowing him to have a glimpse of his future as Emperor, and all the responsibility it held. It was just like in The Lion King, when Mufasa showed Simba the lenghts of their kingdom, but he loved that memory.