YEAR 1220

After Isak and Ejara’s coronation, Ejara was led to her bed chamber by the head maid, Kara who was also Isak’s wet nurse and took care of Ejara after she married Isak.

Ejara’s personal maids decorated her bed chamber and dressed her up for the Emperor and saw themselves out while gigling among themselves.

Not before long Isak entered Ejara’s bed chamber dressed in a robe and his eyes fell upon Ejara who was sitting on the middle of the bed dressed in chemise and surrounded with a heart forming from the petals of red roses while the curtains drawned around the bed obtructed his view.

It was the night, they would finally consumate their marriage.

Isak approached the bed and pushed the curtains aside. He losens the belt of his robe as he slowly crawled onto the bed towards Ejara. He gently took both her hands in his palms, kissed them, close his eyes and then rest his forehead against them as if asking for her permission to take the next step. Ejara’s body was vaguely shivering but before long, she fred one of the hands and ran her fingers through Isak’s face until he opened his eyes and looked at her.

Every moment was a beautiful silence between them with only their hearts beating in their ears. The bride and the groom were waiting. They were waiting to take each other , waiting to became each other’s. 

Isak fred Ejara’s hand which he was holding and reached her hairs and gently brushed his fingers through them. He  placed his free hand against her cheek while himself moving forward. The next moment he swallowed her lips. Ejara’s body which was just vaguely shivering before started to shiver more prominently. She instinctively held onto his shoulder to keep up with him. Isak didn’t let go of her lips until he completely pinned her down onto the bed. But as soon as he let go of her lips something unexpected happened.

Ejara was breathing heavily, her eyes were filled with tears and she was shivering with fear.

“Brother, please don’t!!”

“Please!!”

“Aah! aah! please forgive me, please let me go!!”

“Brother please!”

Isak froze in his position as Ejara screamed her lungs out while begging and crying out of fear. He was so traumatised seeing his wife that he couldn’t not even retreat from top of her. After a few moments he finally got the courage and firmly grabbed both her shoulders and shake her.

“……Ejara! snap out of it.”

“ha! ha! ha!”

“Ejara, it’s me, Isak, your husband.”

“You are safe, I promise.”

Isak couldn’t control his tears. He pulled Ejara into a tight hug but felt helpless.

“…Let it out, don’t hold back.”

“I am here, you are here.”

Isak stroke Ejara’s back with one hand while holding the back of her head with his other hand. Ejara screamed and cried through the entire night. It was for the first time, Ejara broke down infront of someone. 

The man who was holding his crying bride, not letting her go for a single moment, consoling her in his most gentle voice looked scarier than a moster that night as the moonlight shone through the window and fell upon him.

‘Whoever was involved in this, is going to face worse than hell.”