This was your wedding night, yours and Daphne's. The whole ceremony you couldn't keep your eyes off of her, her dress, her eyes, her lips, her hair, everything was so beautiful. She was just perfect, and watching her walk down the aisle towards you, her arm around her oldest brother's, Anthony's arm. The way Dahpne looked on this specific day made you fall in love more with her.

After the ceremony, there was this big ball that your mother dearly insisted on having even though you two both had decided to not to have, but who could argue with the queen of England if even her own children were frightened to do so?

Everyone had their eyes on the newly wed couple while you danced together. Everyone approached you two, congratulating you two.

When you finally had gotten enough of everything, only wanting to be alone with your wife, you made up a quick excuse before slipping away with Daphe, dragging her through the castle, making her giggle as you two ran around hand in hand until finally stopping at the library knowing well no one will show up here.

When the door closed, both of you looked into eachothers eyes before Daphne pressed her lips passionately against yours, her hand on the back of your head and the other one tugging onto your ascot tie until it was undone. She could feel herself being pulled closer to you and the smirk on your lips while she kept on kissing you, giggling softly against your lips.

Your kisses grew hungrier and hungrier while undressing each other, now laying in the floor your body over hers. "Tell me what you want." You whispered, voice full of desire, your hand touching the side of her face, thumb running over her bottom lip as your gaze moved between her eyes and her soft lips.

Daphne looked into your eyes, breathing slightly heavier than before, eyes shining in the dim lit library. "I want.." she started quietly glancing at your lips for a moment before returning her gaze to your eyes. "You." She finished in a whisper, her hand moving to your cheek.