His Queen

05.

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There is also a new word in here, which is 'shift'. That is an undergarment which is a simple white dress which looks like a simple duster in modern times, and a woman wears that, kind of like a second layer, first is drawers which is a shorts for the bottom part of the body then shift which is like a simple duster or dress then the corset is put on top of the shift, then they're gonna tie around the waist some petticoat skirt, then another simple skirt, then another, then the final layer is the outer look itself, which is the dress then theyre gonna tie or button up the dress at the back. They use shifts to protect the dress or layers of the dress from body dirt. cause back then they don't bathe as much. BUT in this story, cause it's an Alternate Universe, they take a bathe EVERYDAY. They are clean. Harry takes a bath EVERYDAY and Hunter takes a bathe EVERYDAY. So we're just using shifts cause they are part of the layers of the dress.

Here's Chapter 05!

S T Y L E S
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The quiet crackling of the fire in the furnace is the only sound to be heard in the vast space of my chamber. I watched as the flames moved around, emitting heat that crept up to me.

But that was not the only thing that was creeping up to me.

It was felt by me so clearly; the guilt. It was spreading like wild fire, burning me every second I look at her.

I looked down at the beautiful maiden sleeping soundly beside me; in my bed chamber, in my arms.

My darling.

Such a delicate maiden.

Both of us were swaddled in many layers of thin blankets finally cocooned in the comfort of my thick, rich blanket whilst the fire provided us ultimate warmth as the cold night sweeps in.

The candles and the fire were the only ones who provided light, as I can see the warm yellow light dancing around us. She is so beautiful.

Her red, plump lips are so enticing; she lays here, in my bed, in my arms, with her blonde locks spread beautifully on the plush pillow. Her long, dark eyelashes delicately kissed her rosy, soft cheeks that seemed to be softer than the finest feather.

I feast in the comfort of her in my arms. Our bodies seemed to mold perfectly as she succumbed to slumber. She unconsciously moved to this position-to which I am not complaining about; not one bit.

I want to encase her in my arms earlier. But I stopped for I felt like I had violated her too much. It is known by me that she was just introduced to this life yesterday, and that I have forced my way into her. I have done enough. The least that I could do is to give her respect-even when she is sleeping.

Not a moment later she pressed herself against me resting her head on my chest and she slung her arm on my chest. Her hand delicately splayed there.

It was not long when I found myself slinging my arm beneath her head to wrap around her waist pressing her even more against me, diminishing every inch of space between us.

Innocent is she.

I have been baffled with myself for my previous actions yesterday asking myself as to why have I been so swooned easily upon this maiden?

Why did my nature soften with her so quickly; why have I opened up?

I have met her only yesterday yet I was drowned in infatuation.