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She changed her body posture from left to right trying to have a clearer view of herself in the mirror, and she loved every single thing she wore to her satisfaction.



"Thank you my lady!", Natasha replied as she knelt lightly and smiled.



She was happy that her Luna was also happy with what she had done for her, it gladdened her heart as she held her two hands together and looked to the ground smiling from ear to ear



"You may leave now!", She ordered lightly, accompanied with a hand gesture signifying that Natasha was done with what she was called to do.



"Yes my lady", she responded as she opened the door of the room lightly and cautiously and left the room.



Emily was in the room all by herself, she breathed in and out for a few number of times and then concluded with a huge sigh.



She walked out of the room, moving down the steps slowly and gracefully.



She walked stylishly as if she was counting her every step and then with her hands holding the lower portion of her dress, she revealed the shiny silver heels she put on



More or less, the high silver heels were the main reason she walked carefully down the flight of stairs.



She wouldn't want to risk crashing down the stairs roughly and ruining her dress or her hair or even her makeup with bruises all over her body.



With every step she took, all the maidens turned their eyes, giving off a gasp of astonishment.



Indeed, she was beautiful and she knew it so well. She wore it proudly as she flung her hair and smiled like she won a jackpot, not minding what anyone would say.



She stepped into the garden. There was a fountain at the centre of the garden with water flowing out beautifully, accompanied with it's melodic gurgling sound.



The well trimmed trees and flowers moved freely as the winds blew effortlessly, displaying it's beautiful flowers and giving off some nice refreshing aroma.



The garden was filled with different species of flowers, beautifully and symmetrically scattered around the garden.



She walked through the garden with the winds blowing her hair backwards and exposing her ever flourishing beauty.



She stood afar of, and stopped halfway when she saw her husband at the garden.



Oh, he was breathtaking, always looking stunning and handsome.



She stood to wonder when he got to take his bath and came out to the garden.



Apparently from what she saw, she knew he was waiting for her.



She could see the glass of wine in his hands, trust Richard and his exquisite taste for wine, he stood on an elevated platform examining the wide area of land while slowing taking series of sips from his glass



He put on a fitting black shirt which exposed his broad and muscled shoulders and arms, which his long shaped trousers and Avery shiny expensive shoe.



His long hair which relaxed peacefully on his broad shoulders with his posture and his stature which spoke power and authority, she could see he was enjoying the view of the beautiful lands he owned.



Only his fitting posture was enough to turn Emily on, she wished she could run her soft hands down his body again.



He could sense her presence. There was this honey and coconut mixed scent he perceived, he knew for sure that she was the one, Emily was present in the garden



He turned slowly, fixing his gaze on his wife who seemed very beautiful in her flowered blue dress.



He couldn't stop staring at something, his eyes caught something that enticed him and he couldn't just look away



She stood there pondering on what he was staring at until she took a second look at herself.



How could she forget that the dress she wore exposed a little cleavage. She had admired herself so much with the aid of the mirror, she totally forgot about the cleavage.



But she couldn't hide it, if Richard had seen her bare nakedness, then a little cleavage wouldn't be an issue for her.



The bright golden rays of the sun shone on her skin and it reflected gorgeously and that was another thing which caught Richard's attention.



He walked over to her, crossed the distance between themselves and held her by her waist and whispered softly, "You look beautiful today".



Her weakness was that soft voice he used in whispering to her, she could fall from the effects of his soft tender voice and warm touch but then she held herself together, waiting to receive anything which happened next.



Before she could notice a thing, just as she imagined, he planted his lips deeply on hers, his tongue exploring hers, tasting the sweetness within and his hands gently exploring her body.



She finally had the opportunity to run her hands down his manly structure, and she did so without any form of hesitation or hindrance.



But he remembered he was outside and needed to comport himself in the presence of the guards and the maids.



He stopped and gazed into her glowing eyes, those eyes that never stopped glowing, not even for a minute, and said to her, "Shall we have breakfast wife?"



She was almost over thrown by the way she was about to feel until he stopped and whispered another word to her.



He stretched his hands out and she placed her soft hands into his large manly arms which enveloped hers easily and led her to the table where breakfast was being served.



He pulled the chair out for her to sit with a smile on his face.



It was usually the duty of the guards to do so, but this time, he was doing it cheerfully.



She sat majestically, admiring her husband, the man she got married to, the one who saved her and now, in her mind, some words escaped from mouth, "I love the man".



She was surprised at what she said, even she couldn't believe the words which eluded from her mouth, but then she saw the smirk on his face, it sent a message saying he heard every single word she said.



He sat on the chair opposite her, still fixing his gaze on her beautiful face, he clapped his hands as a form of gesture, ordering the maids to serve them breakfast immediately



She seemed shy, all through that period, he never removed his gaze from her and she blushed very red upon seeing the way he kept staring at her



The food was barely served but she could perceive the wonderful aroma which escaped from the plates and found it's way into her nose.



That alone had sent a message to her growling stomach, telling it of the wonderful delicacy which it was going to consume.



Of course, Agatha was a superb cook, her meals has never for once lacked taste neither had it failed to ooze off that superb aroma.



It's aroma alone could tell that the food was going to be magically delicious and she was waiting patiently for the food to be served before she could feast deeply on it.



Agatha was done serving, it turned out to be baked potatoes and omellete eggs and tick vegetables.



Picking up his fork in his left hand and holding on to the table knife in his right hand, he said still staring at Emily, "Shall we?"



Emily smiled at him and replied in a soft seductive tone, "Yes, we shall"