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Kalina, with her children so young, she would spend more time with them than her duties. She felt guilty, letting other people handle her duties as her proxies, however, the Bulgarian needed to be there for her children. She wanted them to know that they were a priority to her. Not because they were the future of her new nation, but because they needed to be people who knew love and care, that way they could be the best kind of leader. She wanted them to see their parents in love and part of her was ready for another baby. Their son was 3 and constantly running around, she adored her children more and more with everyday that past. Miguel taking time for his family, she was always conflicted with wanting to herself and loving how much of a great father he was. His presence always made the children so happy. His namesake simply lived for the times when they played together and his 5 year old daughter had her father wrapped around her littlest finger. She loved how her family felt like her perfect world when they were alone.

The holidays were always a little hard for Kalina though, she was reminded every year that he was almost taken from her and that darling little girl. She was inexplicably trying to always keep him close, keeping an eye on him. With Gabriela now 5, Kalina felt comfortable allowing her daughter to keep her eye on Miguel. That sweet little girl was a miniature informant and people never seemed to want to do bad in front of her. She was so comfortable telling her parents the truth, and just because they seemed a lot more docile now didn’t mean it was the truth. Miguel and Kalina were far more dangerous now and Kalina trauma from the two attempts on her husband’s life made her more attentive to him around Christmas. If it was up to her, Christmas would be only her little family and Larissa there for Christmas. She didn’t want a third attempt on her husband’s life. Having her family there was nice, she was still working on being a better sister to Viktor and Anelia, they were more trusting of her now that she was a mother and Empress…on the other side of the world, but Kali was still apprehensive about leaving her children alone with Viktor. Ivana was the only person of her family who Kalina felt the most comfortable about leaving her children with. She allowed most of her staff to be away for the holidays, keeping only two nannies and three maids to help maintain their family. She wanted the memories to be captured and preserved, so, she began taking up photography.

Making it to New Years without another attempt on her husband’s life always made her anxiety level go down. With Gabriela getting so big, she left it to her husband to be the one to pick the girl up. Their little son was in her mother’s arms beside Kalina. The most interesting relationship to grow in the last 10 years after her relationship with her husband was the one with her mother. Her mother understood Kalina’s anxieties and worries. Kalina felt like she could be more open about her worries to her mother and Viktoria being so much like her daughter became more protective of her fierce child. Kalina watched her husband while reaching for her mother’s hand to squeeze it, letting her know in their own way, that she was grateful to have her there. Warmth flowed through the Bulgarian having her husband so close to her. “Feliz Ano Novo, meu amor” she whispered back to him, smiling against his sweet lips. She felt completely at ease and happy, surprised that with these people here, that she could feel this way. Especially since she usually wanted it to only be her little family.

Kalina laughed hearing her daughter be disgusted with the display of affection. She reached out for her little girl’s face, caressing it “Are you feeling left out little one? Happy New Year’s to you too my Angel!” She said leaning to kiss her daughter on her forehead. She reached for her camera around her neck, snapping a photo of the Brazilian and his daughter. “Misha, you are going to have to hope for something a little more realistic. 50 is preposterous, let’s just hope she gives us 15 more years.” She said smiling to the small girl. “What’s more realistic is this little angel face going to bed pretty soon.” She said poking the little girl. She nestled against her husband. Placing her head on his shoulder, she leaned into his ear. “ 30 more minutes, then my parents will take the children to bed. We need adult only time too!” She whispered in his ear, letting him interpret her words as he wished.

Miguel:

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

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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.

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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”

He pulled back, holding her down, her hands crossed on her back and he fucked her at his will. Miguel loved how her body was reacting, he could see her cream on his shaft, her juices down on her inner thighs. The scent of sex and sweat was intense in the room, which made him even more horny. He couldn’t remember the last time thye fucked like that. Maybe on that island, many years ago, but then their relationship was extremely toxic, they hated each other and most of their moments back there was based on pure anger and jealousy. Now, it was different. Even though they had intense moments like this, they were based on trust, and Miguel cared deeply for his wife, taking good care of her and allowing her to take control. He had lost the count of how many times he felt her walls clenching around his shaft, and honestly, he was surprised he had lasted so long. Perhaps he just didn’t want this to be over so soon, he wanted to have her muttering cries and his name for as long as possible. “Fuck…”, he cursed, feeling her squirting all over him, he plunged two fingers inside her and fingered her fast, incresing the rain of squirting all over the matress, “That’s right… Be a filthy whore for me, Kal”, he panted and before she could realize what was going on, he slid his thick dick inside her. And there she was, talking again… How could she talk so perfectly like that when he was barely controling his animal side. Miguel placed his hands upon her hips, his fingers hard on her skin as he increased his speed until there was blissful release. When she orgasmed so intensely, he just couldn’t hold back any longer. With a primal grunt, he burried himself deep in her and exploded deep inside her womb. He barely had the reflex to lean on his hand beside her, his whole body collapsing upon her while he release one load of cum after the other. When he was done, he just pulled himself away and rolled to the side, “What the fuck…”, he breathed in pure bliss, a smile all over his face. “Vem cá”, he said and reached for her, taking her hand gently and pulling her closer to him. “Are you alright?”, he breathed softly near her ear, and massaged her wrists carefully where he had her restrained so harsly earlier. They would have time to wash the sex later, for now he just wanted to take his breath again and be sure she was alright after the intense core they exerted.

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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.

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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.

Touching her felt natural, he had learned all of her weak points, how to turn her on, to bring her closer to edge. He knew all of her little signs, on how she was enjoying this, and how close she was to her release. Kalina was losing her ground, and he leaned away, holding her waist on place while he arched his fingers and thrusted them faster. “Make you cum? Do it!”, he commanded and only slowed down when he felt her clenching around his fingers. Miguel didn’t allow her to rest from the intense orgasm. He was hungrier and he needed her bad. He climbed on the bed behind her, Miguel pushed her legs apart with his knee. His hand travelled up and wrapped around her neck, pulling her back close to his chest and with a low growl he thrusted hard inside her folds. He was so desperate to feel her around him, he didn’t want to lose any time to be inside her. “You feel so good, so tight, my little Kal”, he whispered on her ear, seating on his knees and bringing her down with him, sliding so easy and taking all of his lenght inside her. “I’ve missed you so fucking much”, he breathed and pulled her away slowly, and while he did it, he grabbed her wrists and held them tight on her back. Once they were on their knees again, her wrists secure in his hands, he started pumping her fast. The sound of their flesh clashing was like music to his ears. He wasn’t ready to give up control yet, he’d still have this round, he’d still be a beast and make her weak in her knees. Every time he felt close to release, he would hold back and then speed up again, extending this moment with her. He thrusted at all her right spots. Miguel was feeling greedy, he wanted to feel her coming around his cock this time before findind his own release inside her. “Be a good girl and come hard for me again, my queen. Milk me with that naughty pussy of yours like the good girl I know you are”, he commanded.

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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.

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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.

Miguel almost sighed, feeling her heat so closer to his face. This was the real champion’s breakfast “In Spain, whenever we’re alone, I’ll be fucking you, or making love to you”, he pulled her closer to his face, “I’ll either be like this, or inside you, unless you blow me like the whore I know you can be”, his lips were close to her core, so close that he couldn’t hold himself back and licked all along her slit, starting from her core and then finishing with the tip of his tongue circling around her clit. He leaned back just for a second, and took his time, licking between her folds and pushing his tongue inside her a couple of times. All along he watched her reactions and on the right moment he moved his lips towards her clit, sucking on her while he easily slid two fingers inside of her and start pumping them, just like how she liked. All he wanted on that moment was to make her come so hard she’d forget who she was and where she was on that time,

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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.

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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.

How easily could have been for him to bent her over and dominate her right there upon the counter. Kalina looked deliciously surrended on their reflection, melting upon his touch. If he was a bit more rakish, he would have that moment printed forever and exposed in a museum or at one of the galleries in the palace. He slid his fingers off just in time before she turned around and he felt the pushing against his chest. He chuckled at her reaction for a moment, stepping aside once his bossy wife took over, “Good girl”, he said before licking her taste from his lips as he walked pass her and to the window. Her secretary only needed to see his back, as he looked away in the gardens, and not the massive erection on his trousers. He listened to Kalina throwing orders away, looking back at her when she said they would only be leaving a noon. A couple of hours seemed enough to begin sating their desire for each other. Perhaps a quick on the plane, and then they’d have the entire weekend for themselves. He turned around when the staff was gone, very pleased with the view he had in front of him when she dropped the towel. “Yes, I am. Indulge me, how much do you need me?”, he questioned her while he took his shirt and then the shoes off. Kalina approached him and his hands went straight to her ass, squeezing her butt cheeks. He noticed how she turned his head down, leaning for a kiss, but he wasn’t in that mood, not yet. He stopped his lips inches away from hers, nuzzling his nose against hers as one of his hands took a firm hold of her hair, pulling her face away from his. “Go to bed, and open yourself to me”, he commanded without breaking eye contact with her. “I want to admire my meal before I savour each piece”, Miguel said and smacked her ass before letting go of her hair, expecting she’d obey him. 

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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.

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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.

He pulled her hair away from the way and placed a soft kiss on her skin. “Anything that would make my empress happy”, he whispered against her ear, his gaze turned back to their reflection. Through all those months, Miguel respected her space and never moved foward, even though it was killing him not to be with his wife. That hurt him, as he ached to be with her, to give her pleasure and be one with her. “One word, and I cancel all my schedule to be here with you”, he placed another kiss on her skin, hoping he’d make her moan just like before. His hand moved lower on her hips, going straight to the center between her legs. Her little moan was the only sign he had that she wanted this, missed this connection as badly as he had. His palm rubbed the towel against her, very aware of how teasing that could feel against her sensitive skin. “I’ll be here today… Tomorrow… And the day after… Just us… and the kids”, he said between kisses, his burning gaze still on her reflected frame as he didn’t want to miss any of her reactions. Despite all of his efforts, Miguel was aware that Kalina would might say no to this proposal, and he would respect it. No matter how badly it would hurt that he wouldn’t have her for breakfast that morning.

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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.

Fridays were used to be very busy days for Miguel. He woke up earlier, worked on his capoeira routine and then took a cold shower, getting ready for the day. He was by the mirror, putting his white shirt on while his assistant walked him through the appointments for the day. Miguel stopped half way on buttoning his shirt when he realized how calm his day would be. He had to ask the assistant if the schedule was right, and when he got the affirmative answer he asked him to wait for him.

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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A look at the last few months:| Self Para

It was seven months since her husband came to find her. Seven months since her husband made her feel like she was his wife. Seven months since her husband reminded that what he said in his vows was true. And for that, she would allow him to be her emperor. He was the only person in the whole world who could stop her from murdering his mother after his mother tried to kill him and frame her for the murder, who had her go through her pregnancy alone for the most part. He had a hold and power over her unlike any other.

Returning home with her beloved, it had butterflies in her stomach as she held her son in one arm, keeping him close to her heart. In her other hand, she held on to her husband, silently praying that it wasn’t a dream. She knew without a doubt that their little family was the only thing that kept her good. The way blood would spill, so easily, she knew that her family is what put the bloody name she once had in the past. She was going to work tirelessly to show Miguel that she was worth crossing the ocean for, with or without the children.

Being back in Brazil, Kalina invested time projects to help improve access to resources for women’s health in Brazil. She would work on that as penance for her actions in making that woman infertile. She wasn’t ignorant to the way her husband would stare at her with such dedication and love regardless of who was around, and she while she would wonder if it was to make the media rest about his misadventures in Europe, those worries and negative thoughts slowly began to fade away. She would hear how maid would swoon over how he stared at her, even the media started taking notice, making her feel like a celebrity everyone was just so interested in the gossip about them. Kali would wonder if her husband would ever finally dismiss everyone in the room, taking her there. She was embarrassed to say she wanted more children.

It was the willful intent to progressively improve as a man, as a father, as an emperor and as a husband that made her find herself falling in love with him all over again everyday. To see him with Gabriela and Mikhail, it was endearing. The joy that he and his daughter shared together was enough for her to want to give him more children, so he could have even more people to love. It was the pride that he had when he would hold Mikhail, his namesake, she wanted to do whatever he wanted. The way he took effort to heal from his trauma, abstaining from alcohol, which was something that lead to some of their early fights when they were on the island…and moments that she knew that she had to love him to deal with his actions, it was admirable. She loved him wholeheartedly.

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OOC: I am really shook that Gaspard Ulliel is dead. For years he has been a staple in the RP community and he will be missed.

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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.

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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.

Miguel let a small chuckle out after she told him the reason why she kept that secret. It was the first genuine laugh he had since he arrived in Egypt. He took her hand from her lap, and interlaced their fingers. “I’m not laughing at you, but at the whole situation”, he shook his hand and leaned down to kiss her knuckles, if only he was better at communicating his fears and mind. “You’ve been better than I in our marriage, and you’re already the best mother our children could have”, his gaze went to their boy sleeping peacefully by their side. Kalina didn’t have an easy life either, it was selfish of him to think only him had suffered with the blows. “You lost the right to be called demoness, your new home rubbed some softness in you”, he joked and nudged his shoulder against hers. “You inspire me to be better, and I can’t wait to grow greater by your side, and finally be the Emperor you need and deserve”, he said, his voice heavy with the admiration and pride he felt towards her. Miguel had no idea which one was worse, the strong and womanizer boy he was back on the island, or the broken and surprisingly faithful man he seemed to be now. But he’d find a balance between those versions, and he was relived he wouldn’t be alone on that journey. “Did you really throw my glass out the window?”, he questioned her, his brows furrowing as the recent memories from his panic attack seemed less blurred. “And for the record, to prove you’re much better than I am now. If you were meeting with the French Prince alone, I’d have all of our diplomatic relations finished with them. They might have the best champangne, but no one has the same coffee as we do”, he said, his voice light, as if he was joking. Perhaps it was the alcohol talking, or he would really cause some diplomatic storm because of Kalina. Or worse, he couldn’t banish the french, but he could hurt him… No, that wasn’t the man he wanted to be anymore. He. Would. Be. Better.

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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.

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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. 

It took minutes before Miguel could open his eyes again, some more minutes before he could look at Kalina again. “I’m sorry”, he said quietly, still on the floor. “I’m broken, I’m not that same man that married you, who was crowned Emperor, and who put a crown on your coronation. Don’t matter how much I try to find him, I don’t know where he is”, his lip trembled a bit, when he closed his eyes, he could still see his father smiling back at him, letting him know that everything would be alright. “I don’t want our marriage to be just for pretending, our children… you deserve better than what Larissa and I had. And the only woman I want to sleep by my side is you”, he let a chocked laugh out, and smiled like he was a little boy. The Miguel of a decade ago would had laughed, not believing the idea that he was going to settle down with one woman. The very thought of kissing someone else made him nauseous. “I want to fix us, but I’m not strong enough to do it by myself, I need your help, Kal”, he said sincerely. His eyes showing a vulnerability he had only exposed to her, Larissa and his mother. “But I need to know why… Why you waited all these years before telling me of what you did to the Andorian girl?”, he questioned her, his face and voice sobering down as he did it. If he was ever going to bring closure to this chapter of their marriage he needed to know the reason why he kept this secret hidden from him. Like she could see, that girl was so relevant to him that he had no idea of what had happened to her. He should have asked it right away, before running away like he did. But now it wasn’t time for regretting stupid decisions. He needed to focus on the present, and understand why she did what she did. Perhaps if he knew her reasons, he wouldn’t feel like the years he lived happily with her was a lie. “Again, if you already told me, please repeat why?”, he pursed his lips, “Like you said, I have a thick skull”, he tried to joke, and a simple smile left his lips. “I’m listening now” 

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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.

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Her anger cracked like a whip hearing him tell her not now. Not now like she was a child or that he could control everything. He was annoying and frustrating to think that he could come here and act so cool. She followed his eyes, watching them go to her children, settling her. Not even her mother berated her father in front of them as children. She would do the same as them, she didn’t want to seem less than her mother and knew that she loved her children more than her mother loved her. Her attention turned back to her husband, wondering if he knew that she was right, that as long as he held anger in his heart towards her, their marriage would be cold. Her face reflected her emotions as she tried to process the words he said. “You are going to always try to cheat when you feel upset with me huh? My changes don’t mean much if they can be so easily disregarded. It was months Miguel and I was suffering from postpartum depression but did you care, no. A moment for you felt like a lifetime for me. You left me, your very pregnant wife, after I waited on that island, praying to God that you didn’t almost die again! You were sick with the Coronavirus and I could’ve lost you again! You were cold after I gave birth to your son. I only felt supported by my staff because you wanted nothing to do with me if it wasn’t about the kids or Brazil. You decided that you wanted to punish me more. I wouldn’t wish the pain that you inflicted on me back on you.” She said barely over a whisper, trying to hold back the obvious pain. “That was the coldest winter yet…”

Her daughter was her source of her strength when she was feeling too weak. Her daughter was her motivation to keep holding on and to remain resilient. She pushed her to be stronger and that was something that made her less impulsive and more dangerous. “Gabriela, you make mommy a superhero. I can do anything to protect you my beautiful girl.” Kalina smiled to her daughter in Bulgarian before setting her child down. She watched her darling girl go, knowing that she would do more for her than her mother did for her. She rolled her eyes at his request of whiskey. Was the weight of abandonment weighing heavily on him. Knowing that he neglected his wife to the point that she ran away because that would be better than to sit in a loveless marriage. She pursed her lips together, nodding her head. “He doesn’t know. So it sound like I go back, little one, and if he gets mad at mommy, mommy gets treated horribly wrong again. Yay!” She said sarcastically but in Bulgarian again, to her son as he fed. She looked up perplexed. “Then do not make me want to run away again. I didn’t make that decision lightly.” She sighed heavily to him, still so hurt. She watched him come to her, confused. Was he going to snatch her up? He was behind her, why. She became still, feeling her body go ridged, he was touching her. “So for month, you haven’t had sex since I left for the island. Bullshit.” She laughed to herself. She refused to melt into him as his body laid against her’s. “It felt like you had checked out of our marriage long before I left. We were in two separate bedrooms. We weren’t talking. I was crying myself to sleep, but as long as I was there, you were okay. It wasn’t until your heirs were gone that you gave a damn about me.” She said letting her tears flow. “Let’s be honest, you want them back, you don’t care about me. You got what you need. An heir and a spare. We go back to Brazil and it’s back to separate rooms, right? Back to you ignoring me? Back to you not caring if I’m okay, right?” She asked, her anger rippling through her voice. She looked down at his son, who was looking more and more like his father. He started to smile to her a milky grin. “We’ve never taken care of this boy together. You chose not to know how I was for months, so why care now?” She cried to him. How long did she stay feeling like that? “Try being there and feeling neglected and unsure if the one that you love, loves you anymore.”

Miguel:

He raised his eyebrows at the clear sight of anger upon her face. Miguel thought she was going to explode right there in front of everyone, but as soon as she looked to their children, there was this mutual agreement between them and he allowed him to relax a bit. However, that didn’t last long enough for Gabriela to be out of the room, he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, taking in all of her vent. His jaw was so clenched he thought he was going to chip his teeth. He kept the image of his daughter in his mind, preventing him from blowing up and scream at his wife. He was so ready to fight until Kalina came to an end of her ranting, and his shoulder sunk even lower, all that anger replaced by disappointment, not at her, but at himself. He screwed up badly, and the worst part about it was that he wasn’t sorry for the pain he inflicted on her. He had confessed his sins to the pope, yes. He felt terribly guilty about betraying her, but he couldn’t find in his heart the guilty of hurting her. He looked back at her, completely lost. Was he was bad as his mother was? All his life he had looked up his father, he was a national hero, the greatest leader ever born. Miguel knew he wasn’t like him, that there was something dark, twisted inside him. Growing up, he figured that issue was his womanizer, heartbreaker nature. After learning what his mother had done, and what she was capable of, perhaps that darkness was the thing he had felt his whole life. Perhaps his depression was only a way to suppress that vicious thing in his heart, that finally was spreading its wings and showing out. He needed help, Kalina’s help to deal with it because she’d be the only one who could understand him, but then again, he was too proud to let her know that weakness.

Miguel had learned how to speak Bulgarian, ironically to help Kalina getting away from their marriage. He was found again when she talked with their daughter in her native language and watched with a small smile when they walked his daughter out. There was no way he was going to lose sight of her again. When Kalina spoke again, all that feeling of depair was gone, and anger took place again. “Stop it”, he said in her language, his gaze in fire upon her. Holding her felt like a good idea at the beginning. He had missed her scent, her warmth against him. The more she was talking and questioning him, the more angered he felt and he got up abruptly, pacing around the room and cleching his fists as she talked on and on. The staff came with his whiskey, and he cleaned his face with his forearm before taking it, and pouring a glass that was drank in one gulp as if the burn on his throat was nothing. “Fuck you, Kalina”, he hissed, “Do you honestly think I see my daughter and son like that? Like they are my heir and spare? Fuck you”, he cursed again and poured more. “I screwed up, but you weren’t a saint either”, he said lowly, which made him look more menacing, and pointed a finger at her while holding his glass, “You kept that secret from me for all those years. You hurt someone because I made a fucking mistake. You should have had punished me, instead of bringing an innocent into our mess. If you think I’ll try and cheat on you every time I get upset, then you really don’t know me at all. I am a proud son a bitch, I have made some fucked up mistakes won’t deny it… I haven’t slept with anyone but you, and I can’t do that to you. If you believe or not, that’s not my fucking problem”, he was still pissed, and it was his time to open his chest “I guess that deep down, there was this small part of me that had hope you’d put me in my place, and not take the coward route and running away in the middle of the night with my children”, he raised an eyebrow when he said and drank all the liquid again. “If I didn’t care about you, if I didn’t want to try and fix things with you first, and hadn’t hoped to be back home with my whole family, I’d have come here with a squad and took the children by force from you”, he said, and she knew he wasn’t bluffing. “I have many flaws, but never said that again. My family is my life. I’d gladly give up my crown and raise Gabriela and Miguel with a normal life if it was necessary for our survival”, he turned around and poured a third glass, which was quickly consumed. Miguel leaned against the table for a moment, trying to organize his toughts as his mind was going foggy, “I can’t go back in time to fix all the things I screw up. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you went through postpartum depression, but the thing is, I’m not sorry for negleting you and punishing you during the process. I won’t excuse myself”, he knew that now it was just the alcohol talking, and he actually didn’t bother. “I’m evil, I can be ruthless and cold, but I love you, and I want to be better. For you, and for our children, but I can’t do it alone. I need you by my side, I need you strong, or else I’m afraid there will be only darkness around me”

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Her anger cracked like a whip hearing him tell her not now. Not now like she was a child or that he could control everything. He was annoying and frustrating to think that he could come here and act so cool. She followed his eyes, watching them go to her children, settling her. Not even her mother berated her father in front of them as children. She would do the same as them, she didn’t want to seem less than her mother and knew that she loved her children more than her mother loved her. Her attention turned back to her husband, wondering if he knew that she was right, that as long as he held anger in his heart towards her, their marriage would be cold. Her face reflected her emotions as she tried to process the words he said. “You are going to always try to cheat when you feel upset with me huh? My changes don’t mean much if they can be so easily disregarded. It was months Miguel and I was suffering from postpartum depression but did you care, no. A moment for you felt like a lifetime for me. You left me, your very pregnant wife, after I waited on that island, praying to God that you didn’t almost die again! You were sick with the Coronavirus and I could’ve lost you again! You were cold after I gave birth to your son. I only felt supported by my staff because you wanted nothing to do with me if it wasn’t about the kids or Brazil. You decided that you wanted to punish me more. I wouldn’t wish the pain that you inflicted on me back on you.” She said barely over a whisper, trying to hold back the obvious pain. “That was the coldest winter yet...”

Her daughter was her source of her strength when she was feeling too weak. Her daughter was her motivation to keep holding on and to remain resilient. She pushed her to be stronger and that was something that made her less impulsive and more dangerous. “Gabriela, you make mommy a superhero. I can do anything to protect you my beautiful girl.” Kalina smiled to her daughter in Bulgarian before setting her child down. She watched her darling girl go, knowing that she would do more for her than her mother did for her. She rolled her eyes at his request of whiskey. Was the weight of abandonment weighing heavily on him. Knowing that he neglected his wife to the point that she ran away because that would be better than to sit in a loveless marriage. She pursed her lips together, nodding her head. “He doesn’t know. So it sound like I go back, little one, and if he gets mad at mommy, mommy gets treated horribly wrong again. Yay!” She said sarcastically but in Bulgarian again, to her son as he fed. She looked up perplexed. “Then do not make me want to run away again. I didn’t make that decision lightly.” She sighed heavily to him, still so hurt. She watched him come to her, confused. Was he going to snatch her up? He was behind her, why. She became still, feeling her body go ridged, he was touching her. “So for month, you haven’t had sex since I left for the island. Bullshit.” She laughed to herself. She refused to melt into him as his body laid against her’s. “It felt like you had checked out of our marriage long before I left. We were in two separate bedrooms. We weren’t talking. I was crying myself to sleep, but as long as I was there, you were okay. It wasn’t until your heirs were gone that you gave a damn about me.” She said letting her tears flow. “Let’s be honest, you want them back, you don’t care about me. You got what you need. An heir and a spare. We go back to Brazil and it’s back to separate rooms, right? Back to you ignoring me? Back to you not caring if I’m okay, right?” She asked, her anger rippling through her voice. She looked down at his son, who was looking more and more like his father. He started to smile to her a milky grin. “We’ve never taken care of this boy together. You chose not to know how I was for months, so why care now?” She cried to him. How long did she stay feeling like that? “Try being there and feeling neglected and unsure if the one that you love, loves you anymore.”

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Her eyes flashed up to him, shock setting in. He wanted her to actually come home with him but did he want her to come with him because she was his love or because of duty. She needed to know the truth and she was scared that he wouldn’t tell her because he was so angry. “Back to a cold marriage…” she muttered under her breath. She wanted to pique his interest and have him ready to proclaim how he felt. But that meant he would have to get angry first. He was growling and he was a quiet angry, making her feel anger rumbling in her body. Hearing him say kiss made her want to scream but she needed to keep herself composed. Her children were in the room. “Kiss…what all happened…I want to know it all…” she said trying to keep her temper in check. She wanted to scream that her running away was a better than her lashing out. It was her turn to look at him hurt. But this hurt, it was familiar, like a old friend at this point, doubt settling in her chest, coiling itself around her like a snake. It was him cheating that got them in this mess in the first place. Yet, instead of taking opportunity to kill the bitch like she would desired, she held to what her children needed her to be. Life would be extremely difficult for that Anitta once Kalina shook this depression kitty off her back. But here and now, she had to deal with the fact that even if he couldn’t cheat, that didn’t curb the will and desire to do so. “You wanted to cheat on me? You had the intent to cheat? You keep saying that but you keep trying to repeat the same behavior that puts us in bad places. Why do we even try at this point?” She asked, her voice breaking. All this time apart to heal and it came all undone. It took everything in her to not react so much, not with her daughter standing right there.

Panic filled the woman as she saw him take her child, yes, her’s, out on the porch, she didn’t know if there was anyone out there waiting to snatch the girl as an attempt to get Kalina to willingly go back to Brazil. She reached over to ring the bell, summoning her maid, telling her that the staff must begin packing immediately their things, knowing better than to make a huge grand fight with Ganya standing firmly beside her father all giggly. She would have to get her child alone, promising her a trip to see her dear aunt Vanya. Seeing Invana would give her the cover that she needed and Ivana would see to it that her sister was protected. Her head snapped hearing him call Mikhail ‘Miguel’, it was unfamiliar on her ears now, but her mother warned her about countries that did that, relaying how Catherine of Aragon was her English name and her true name was Katalina. Of course his father would want to call him something easier on his tongue. She laid her son down in his bassinet, awaiting her child coming back to her as she always did, that was her girl. Her head snapped up, a smile on her face as she tried to cover up her tears that were fighting to come up because she knew what was coming. “Oh really? Daddy is making promises again huh?” She mused, biting her tongue. She opened her arms to the girl, swooping her up. “You are mommy’s big girl, you make sure that daddy going swimming with you okay? You have mommy’s permission to push him in one time if he doesn’t!” She smiled to her little girl. She sat her down. Eyeballing her husband, she nodded her head. She took a good look at him. He looked disheveled and smaller, like a weaker form of the man who left her standing on the beach crying. Smaller form of the man who had her take her own bedchamber. He looked like he hadn’t slept a good night of sleep in a while. Again she rang for a maid. “Miriam, please take Gabriela to the playroom then fetch his excellency so wine please.” Kalya waited until she heard the door closed before she did anything else. She turned to her husband, sitting opposite of him. “I wasn’t expecting company twice today, and Mikhail feeding time is now. I have to feed him now, but I am all ears now. Tell me, what’s our new normal?” She asked picking up her darling son, holding him cradled in her arms as she unfasten her dress from top of her shoulders, the linen dropping, exposing her breast. She adjusted her child, allowing him to latch on and begin feeding. It was then that she allowed herself to make eye contact with the man who she steadily was at odds with.

Miguel:

He couldn’t tell why that look of shock came from, and honestly he was too tired to question her. Miguel then heard her muttering and he only raised an eyebrow. He could have questioned her of what had she muttered aboout, he could had provoked her and fought her, but he did none of the things, after all their kids were in the room. Gabriela and his son were sacred to him, and if there was one thing her mother did right, was to give him and Larissa the best childhood they could get. Sure, the family bliss lasted short, ending tragically with his father’s death, but he had the best years of his life as a child. “Not now”, he answered lowly, eyeing their children before turning his gaze to his wife. She was having a hard time keeping her temper in check, he could tell it, and he also could tell that she hadn’t exploded or tried to punch him because of their children. He was starting at her when she showed that look of hurt, making his lips purse. It was what he had wanted right? To make her feel betrayed, horrorfied of his actions, in the same way he felt when she told him of what she did with Aria, “Yes, I wanted to repeat that. When we got married, you knew everything about me. My flaws, my mistakes, I had no more secrets from you. I know you’ve changed, I’ve seen how hard you’ve been trying to be the best Empress our country could have, and I’ve seen how great you are with our kids. But when you told me of what you did, I was weak… I lost my faith on you for a moment, and it was so bad that I also wanted to go back in the same behavior, but I couldn’t”, he sighed, his gaze never leaving her face, “Why do we even try at this point? Because you are my spring, Kalina”, he said softly, remembering his vows to her on their wedding night.

Watching Kalina and Gabriela made his heart less heavy, even though he noticed how Kalina tried to provoke him, which only got a roll of eyes from him. Miguel leaned against the doorframe and wished all of their days could be like that image, they far away from all their obligations, his wife not surrounded by an army of maids and the day free for themselves. He chuckled at the permission of pushing him into the water, there was nothing else he’d like to do with his daughter. However, the moment was short lived when Miriam walked in the room and he found himself tired on the chair. At the suggestion of wine, he made a face, considering that as a drink for celebrations, or at least a nice dinner. “Whisky, neat”, he asked the maid before she left. “Oh….”, he was going to suggest he could wait outside while she fed their son, but her last question did got him off guard and he couldn’t get the strenght to move from the chair. “I don’t know…”, he sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing them with his fingers lightly. He was tired, it had been days since he last shaved and the stubbled beard was already showing up, “No more secrets, and no more running away without saying where we’re going”, he sighed and looked at her, the perfect image of motherhood. He was really tired and he didn’t wait until the alcool arrived to rise up and make his move to her. “Nothing happened between Anitta and I after that kiss, she tried, but I pushed her away because she wasn’t you”, he said quietly and took a seat next to her in the bed. Miguel embraced her from behind and rested his chin upon her shoulder, “I was mad that you kept that secret from me, I’m still mad that you ran away from me, and I had no idea where you were, but what made it worse was not nothing how you were, because I love you”, he sighed, “Forgive me for letting my pride to cloud the love, the admiration I feel for you. Winter came and I was the same stupid boy you met years ago. I’m still stupid, but I want to be better”, he felt a tear running down his cheek. “It hurt not having you and the kids at the palace. It was the worst feeling ever, not hearing our daughter laughing or our son crying in the middle of the night, keeping us both awake”, he smiled, he was sure he had never told Kalina, but he loved how she made sure she’d be the one feeding theirs children, how she wouldn’t let anyone around in the intimate moment. “Please, come back home. You are the best parts of my days and living without you is the worst punishment I ever had”

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Lucky Day (2019)

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Dear Larissa de Macedo Machado,

I do not think you quite understand the gravity of your actions. It is one thing to be the girlfriend of a prince, it is another to be seen as the mistress of a emperor, especially one whom is married and Wife has only recently given birth. Not only have I delivered him an heir, I have given him two children.

According to you, if you did not become a singer, you would have been happy as a psychologist, so I would think that you of all people would understand postpartum depression and would not actively participate in activities that could make something possibly worst.

Your career took a hit when you came off anti feminist, something you clearly worked to repair, as in three years time, you have manage to be elected woman of the year. How catty and anti-woman is it to actively pursue a married man? Fancy yourself a Marilyn Monroe? That would not be the case. I have only recently given birth, to a boy, nonetheless, the sympathy and public would feel sad for me, turning their scorn to you. Associating with you would be poison should I deem telling the public you actively tried to be my husband's mistress. Men recover from scandal like this: women do not.

You shall cease using my husband as a tease to boost your career or I will see to it, your career, dead. One prime time interview, and everything would come crashing down around you. Do you think anyone would work with you after that? Your record label will keep you? You would essentially be a pariah. Lets not also forget that you could be sued for emotional damages, between your own lyrics and publically released pictures, the court would rule in my favor. You would be branded a whore without me so much as saying it and unlike Monica Lewinsky, I doubt your career would ever recover. The choice is yours.

Respectfully Her Royal Highness,

Empress Kalina

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Her eyes flashed up to him, shock setting in. He wanted her to actually come home with him but did he want her to come with him because she was his love or because of duty. She needed to know the truth and she was scared that he wouldn’t tell her because he was so angry. “Back to a cold marriage...” she muttered under her breath. She wanted to pique his interest and have him ready to proclaim how he felt. But that meant he would have to get angry first. He was growling and he was a quiet angry, making her feel anger rumbling in her body. Hearing him say kiss made her want to scream but she needed to keep herself composed. Her children were in the room. “Kiss...what all happened...I want to know it all...” she said trying to keep her temper in check. She wanted to scream that her running away was a better than her lashing out. It was her turn to look at him hurt. But this hurt, it was familiar, like a old friend at this point, doubt settling in her chest, coiling itself around her like a snake. It was him cheating that got them in this mess in the first place. Yet, instead of taking opportunity to kill the bitch like she would desired, she held to what her children needed her to be. Life would be extremely difficult for that Anitta once Kalina shook this depression kitty off her back. But here and now, she had to deal with the fact that even if he couldn’t cheat, that didn’t curb the will and desire to do so. “You wanted to cheat on me? You had the intent to cheat? You keep saying that but you keep trying to repeat the same behavior that puts us in bad places. Why do we even try at this point?” She asked, her voice breaking. All this time apart to heal and it came all undone. It took everything in her to not react so much, not with her daughter standing right there.

Panic filled the woman as she saw him take her child, yes, her’s, out on the porch, she didn’t know if there was anyone out there waiting to snatch the girl as an attempt to get Kalina to willingly go back to Brazil. She reached over to ring the bell, summoning her maid, telling her that the staff must begin packing immediately their things, knowing better than to make a huge grand fight with Ganya standing firmly beside her father all giggly. She would have to get her child alone, promising her a trip to see her dear aunt Vanya. Seeing Invana would give her the cover that she needed and Ivana would see to it that her sister was protected. Her head snapped hearing him call Mikhail ‘Miguel’, it was unfamiliar on her ears now, but her mother warned her about countries that did that, relaying how Catherine of Aragon was her English name and her true name was Katalina. Of course his father would want to call him something easier on his tongue. She laid her son down in his bassinet, awaiting her child coming back to her as she always did, that was her girl. Her head snapped up, a smile on her face as she tried to cover up her tears that were fighting to come up because she knew what was coming. “Oh really? Daddy is making promises again huh?” She mused, biting her tongue. She opened her arms to the girl, swooping her up. “You are mommy’s big girl, you make sure that daddy going swimming with you okay? You have mommy’s permission to push him in one time if he doesn’t!” She smiled to her little girl. She sat her down. Eyeballing her husband, she nodded her head. She took a good look at him. He looked disheveled and smaller, like a weaker form of the man who left her standing on the beach crying. Smaller form of the man who had her take her own bedchamber. He looked like he hadn’t slept a good night of sleep in a while. Again she rang for a maid. “Miriam, please take Gabriela to the playroom then fetch his excellency so wine please.” Kalya waited until she heard the door closed before she did anything else. She turned to her husband, sitting opposite of him. “I wasn’t expecting company twice today, and Mikhail feeding time is now. I have to feed him now, but I am all ears now. Tell me, what’s our new normal?” She asked picking up her darling son, holding him cradled in her arms as she unfasten her dress from top of her shoulders, the linen dropping, exposing her breast. She adjusted her child, allowing him to latch on and begin feeding. It was then that she allowed herself to make eye contact with the man who she steadily was at odds with.

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His first words were not hello. They were not ‘I’ve missed you my love’. His words reminded her that if he wanted, he could take her children and leave her. He got the product that any king would want from a marriage alliance, heirs. What she wanted to scream was ‘I carried them, alone, I was alone in taking care of them! They are mine alone in EVERY way!’. But instead she looked away, pulling her son closer into her chest. A quick glance was given to the photo and she then wished that she made her child cover her hair and face up, but that would’ve given them away as well. She turned her body away, shielding part of her heart that resided outside of her body away from him. She thought about snatching her daughter and running away but there was nowhere to run now, he would catch her or worst, she would get attention and create a spectacle. No, she was stuck. He would chase her down and he would have less mercy for sure. “Surely you only came all this way for them…you can take Gabriela and bring her back to me, but Mikhail…he still cannot be apart from me for too long. Surely your mistress longs for you.” She said, daring him to confirm that rumor, that would break her. She needed him to tell her that she was all that she was what he desired and still loves. She heard her daughter cry out for her father, her little body crashing into his and her heart ached. There was one, his heir in his arms while she held his spare. She tightened her grip on his namesake, watching him hug his daughter.

She could barely meet his eyes but she could see the hurt and it made her long for him, to comfort him. His words, his tone though, left a resolve in her. “Miguel,” she started, frustration starting to flow freely. “What should I have done when you left me? You abandoned me on that island, the last days of my pregnancy was emotionally jarring, making for a harder deliver! You were cold, paying no attention to how I may be handling postpartum and I felt so alone in your home. I had to go…and I couldn’t abandon them, no matter my mental state. And that meant keeping them from you until I was strong enough to handle the coldness I get from you while you not give a damn whether I was depressed or not.” She explained. She knew that the pain that he felt must have been tremendous but with no one to have any consideration for her, she had to make a decision and chose to put her care of her children in her own hands and fled from her cold marriage.

Miguel:

He noticed the fire in his wife’s eyes, he knew how furious she was, how much she wanted to spill her anger back at him. But thankfully she turned her gaze away and remained silent for the sake of their children. If she had talked, Miguel wasn’t sure if he could keep calm. He didn’t want to fight in front of their children, one thing was fighting in their chambers back at his palace, meters away from the nursery. Another thing was fighting when they were at the same room. It wasn’t something he wanted the kids to witness, especially Gabriela. The silence between them was thicker than anything he could remember. How he wanted to speak his mind as well, yell at her, make her promise she’d never disappear again, because he couldn’t live without his children, and because he wasn’t capable on stop loving her. No matter what his demon wife had done, he loved her. The anger and frustration of being apart from his children would vanish, just like when he learned all of her sins during her time on the royals island. “I’m taking Gabriela, Mikail and you back home with me”. He growled at her last snarl, “You know how these tabloids works. A dinner, one cold kiss and they write any absurd to keep selling their magazines and clickbaits”, he snarled back. “Damn you, Kalina. Even when I wanted to stop loving you, to cheat on you, but I couldn’t…. I’m only yours”, he sighed heavily, his shoulders sinking at the confession of is submission to her.

He held Gabriela close to him, holding her safely and tight, as if his life depended on it. He closed his eyes, taking in the warmth of his little girl against his chest, her small breathing next to him. She was was finally there, and not even Kalina speaking could ruin that perfect daughter and father moment. “I’ve missed you so much”, he sighed to Gabriela and walked with her out at the porch. He just couldn’t talk with Kalina, not yet. “I missed you too, daddy. Promise you won’t leave, I want to play with you at the garden. Mommy says my brother is too young to play with me”, she pouted and made Miguel laugh, “Your mom is right, Miguel is too young to play in the garden. But I’ll play with you later, alright”, he assured her. “And swim with me at the pool too?” she added, having the sparkle in the eyes that only children had, “Yes I will, but daddy needs to talk with mommy first, and then I’ll be all yours, pinky swear”, he added and held his pinky finger up, which Gabriel swifly laced with hers with a delightful chuckle. “That’s my girl”, he said and stayed there talking about her day for a moment before walking back inside. “Mommy, mommy! Daddy is gonna play with me later, and he promised we would swim too”, she chimed after Miguel put her back on her feet again. He couldn’t help but smile proudly at his daughter before he gazed up at Kalina again. “Can we have a moment? Alone?”, he asked, his gaze intent as he undid the tie from the day before. He still had his suit from the other day, because once he found out the location of his family, he dropped anything to find them. He took his jacket off and unbuttoned his shirt, finally feeling the heat of the egyptian city. “And something to drink as well?”, he asked before taking a seat on a chair.