Chapter 2: Building Tension
The entire day was overwhelming for Princess Elaina. To marry a king, her heart fluttered with anxiety and joy. During her wedding night, however, the expected intimacy didn't occur. Now, alone in bed, she tried making sense of it. The bedsheets were cool as they touched her naked figure. She took a deep breath as she glanced around her new royal chambers, her eyes catching the intricately woven tapestries hanging along the bare walls.
Gone were the days when she could bask in the feeling of the breeze playing with her locks; she was now far away from her nudist kingdom. The unfamiliar surroundings, especially the clothes her husband insisted she wore, made her feel confined and frustrated.
Elaina's luscious golden locks tumbled down her bare shoulders, and she looked longingly at her silk robe, remembering the warmth she felt wearing it moments ago before her husband left their bed. He was undoubtedly captivated by her beauty, but he'd been acting strangely, avoiding any physical intimacy.
As the first rays of sunlight peeked through the open balcony, Elaina decided to confront him. She wrapped her silk robe around her, still unaccustomed to the chafing fabric.
The antechamber was silent except for the distant noise from the courtyard. Spotting a half-open door, she walked towards it and found her husband sitting at a table. He held a quill in his hand—writing something serious, she imagined.
"Majesty," she began cautiously, breaking the silence.