I walked through the long castle corridor. The sound of my footsteps echoed on the stone walls. The light from the oil lamps in the sconces illuminated the tapestries, showing scenes of hunting and nobles. I passed by suits of armor and old portraits of the Solaris family. The atmosphere was silent, and the cold temperature of the stone rose through the walls.
"Hello, Elizabeth"
From the room's window, I watched her. Elizabeth, my wife, was in the courtyard, with the afternoon sunlight shining on her. There was an expression of melancholic calm as she read a book, her eyes heavy.
Her platinum blonde hair was brilliant and wavy. Despite being only twenty-one years old, the color of her large blue, almost emerald, eyes made her seem older. Her cheeks were pale, and her lips had a reddish hue. I felt a strong desire for her.
A slight sigh escaped her lips, and she turned her face in my direction. Her gaze expressed boredom and detachment. It was as if she was saying that I, being bored, was bothering her. But her indifference, for some reason, only made my desire grow.
"May I come to your room tonight?"
The question made her blue eyes widen. It was not out of surprise, but from a quick calculation. Her eyes moved to Mary, the maid, who stirred discreetly by my side. A moment later, the familiar expression of boredom returned to her face. She shifted her gaze from me to the maid.
"Mary?"
With a nod, her servant approached. Mary took the key to the room and handed it to me, but not before giving me a whispered warning.
"There will be serious consequences if you offend my lady."
I felt a shiver down my spine and, somehow, that only increased my excitement.
Euphoria flooded me.
I did it! I did it! I had to restrain myself from jumping for joy. A Baron doesn't jump for joy like a commoner. That would land me a season in the dungeon, a place as terrifying as the reputation of nobles.
I, Arthur, am 32 years old and the baron of this fiefdom. I am a tall man, with thinning hair, an appearance that has always deeply bothered me. But, at least, I am well-endowed, and the thought of my sizable member brought me a sigh of relief.
My property may be small in size, but my village is prosperous. Our strong point is being close to the continental trade route, which guarantees the prosperity of my fiefdom. My family, of former merchants, has good contacts and money was never a problem for us. It was only recently that the memories of my previous life in the modern world came to the surface.
Thanks to this knowledge, I was able to introduce some agricultural reforms, which made me popular, but not popular enough to be seen as a threat. My position is that of a harmless noble, talented enough not to be ignored, but without the necessary power to be a threat.
That is why this marriage is a political move. Elizabeth, the second daughter of the powerful Duke von Aurisburg, was married to me to tie me down. The Solaris family, to which I belong, is a new addition to the nobility, and a marriage to the venerable Duke von Aurisburg should be an honor, but it is not.
The reason for this? Elizabeth was cursed to be unable to have children.
It is a convenient arrangement. Duke von Aurisburg ensures that his grandson will not inherit his fiefdom, and my family benefits from the alliance. My older brothers already have heirs, so the lack of a child is not a problem for the Viscount of Solaris. And so, we all agreed.
I had been coerced, but looking at the beauty I can call my wife, it was worth it.
I have to admit again: the world of the aristocracy is terrifying.
In this world, curiously, intimacy between a man and a woman has nothing to do with sexual desire. The act is purely reproductive, a formality to ensure the continuity of the bloodline. Lotions are used to facilitate and make the process less painful; a man is not even able to stay firm without it.
For me now, with the memories of a past life returning where sex was an expression of desire and passion, this was a waste and a shame. Even in our few attempts, Elizabeth barely moved, and the act was quick and emotionless. She never moaned. The act was purely mechanical, and even with my modern knowledge, I could not avoid the frustration.
The oil used was a blessing and a curse. It made the man erect, but it took away the couple's sensitivity.
In a way, a diabolical joke.
But that will change tonight. I have spent the last few days preparing, researching, not out of curiosity, but out of excitement. I want to show her a different side, a side they don't even know exists.
And of course, I want to feel. An immense waste to have a wife with stunning curves and a beautiful face and simply have to watch.
Tonight I was prepared, my tests had results.
Tonight will not be about procreation. It will be about pleasure. And I feel anxious to begin.