The Royal Mark-Chapter 72: Getting Dizzy

The ceremony ended with the groom biting the bride between her neck and shoulder. Elsa was completely shocked at what she saw for she didn’t expect it to be like that. The bride looks in pain and the groom grows fur on his arms while marking his bride. The bride lost consciousness even before the marking was done.

"Your Highness, throw the petals," someone from behind their spot called out after seeing Elsa looking stunned while staring at the groom carrying his bride out of the place.

"R-Right," Elsa quickly joined the other women in throwing the white females while the men cheered and howled like a wolf.

"Did you get scared?" Chris asked after the people dispersed from the ceremony site and all went back to the bonfire to eat food and drink more.

"I don’t know how to explain what I felt. But it’s a bit shocking. Are all marking like that?" Elsa asked.

"No, it all still depends on the individual. Are you afraid that you will pass out when I mark you?" Chris smirked, teasing her.

"I–"

"There you are! Come on let’s drink and celebrate!" One of the alphas hooked his arm around Chris’ neck and dragged him away.

Elsa chuckled as she watched Chris struggle not wanting to go him but other werewolves joined in and carried their prince away.

"So, are you enjoying yourself so far by the Prince’s side?" Laura said sarcastically.

Her tone didn’t go unnoticed by Elsa and replied, "Are you still bitter that he undressed me and not you?"

Laura’s face turned sour and before she could react another she-wolf called her out, "Your Highness, come quick, the two Zemarian Princes are having a fight. They are fighting each other!"

Elsa quickly went with the she-wolf and soon saw her two uncles rolling on the ground.

"Call Prince Christopher quick," she ordered to the she-wolf who nodded and immediately took off.

"It’s your fault Hera ran away! If you hadn’t persuaded father to marry her off then she would still be here. Elsa could have grown up here, with us!" Prince Drake shouted at his brother.

"My fault? You’re the one who was helping sneak out to meet her lover. If you hadn’t done that, then she wouldn’t been pregnant and wouldn’t run away!" Prince Andrius retorted.

"Dumbass! Then she wouldn’t have Elsa. You are the Crown Prince and yet your brain is in your ass!" Prince Drake replied.

Prince Andrius gritted his teeth, "You! I am not only the Crown Prince but also your big brother so you better watch your mouth!" Prince Andrius’ fist then landed on Prince Drake’s face making everyone gasp.

Prince Drake reciprocated his punch, he pushed Prince Andrius and gave out another punch. But before his fist landed on his big brother’s face, Chris caught his arm and pulled him away while another werewolf took Prince Andrius on the opposite side.

"Break it off! The party’s over for you two! Remind me to never give you drinks again if drinking makes you violent!" Chris exclaimed.

The two princes were brought to the side by Chris to calm them down. Elsa stayed from afar watching him bring back senses from her uncles as he scolded them like a child.

After Chris’ long sermon upon the two, he talked to a man giving him instructions before going to Elsa.

"How did it go with the two drunkards?" Elsa quipped.

"You surely are family," Chris sighed with his hands on his waist as he shook his head. Elsa chuckled at his remark understanding what he meant. Each of the Van der Aart royals seemed to always pick a fight.

"I’m just waiting for our horses then we will go back to the castle. Those two should call it a night. I have no plans to babysit them," Chris said. "Stay here, I’ll get my things," Chris added.

Elsa nodded and looked around, a lot of people were already drunk but the party was still in full swing. She smiled and thought, ’Will it be like on our wedding day?’

Then she realized her demand, ’What am I thinking, I haven’t told him my conditions yet.’

She was surprised when a thick long hooded cloak landed on her shoulders. "Wear my cloak, it will keep you warm," Chris said as he tied the cloak just above her chest.

"How about you? What will you use?"

"Having you near me already set my body on fire, a cloak is definitely not needed," Chris chuckled.

Soon the stable boys brought them their horses with a small open-top carriage attached to them, "Your Highness, we apologize but this is the most decent carriage we can find."

"That’s good enough," Chris replied. Some men helped them carry Andrius and Drake into the carriage who had fallen asleep already. The family of the bride and groom and some packs gave Chris some wine, native Arcanis delicacies, and some other gifts that their carriage because full it.

Elsa looked at the carriage and asked Chris, "Where are we supposed to sit?"

"We’ll ride the horse in front. Let’s go."

Elsa mounted the horse first with Chris’ help and he then positioned himself behind her. With the carriage in tow, it would take them double the time to reach Rugengard Castle. It was almost midnight and the wind was cold.

Chris hooked his arm around Elsa’s waist and pulled her closer to him. Her behind was perfectly nestled between his legs. Chris took a deep breath to relax for her is starting to get hard. But inhaling deeply didn’t help since he inhaled all her scent making his manhood more excited.

"Can you hold the reins for me, princess? I think I am getting dizzy," he said and Elsa quickly accepted it.

"Did you drink more when they took you?" she asked worriedly.

"Uhuh... Can I take a very short on your back?"

"Okay, I’ll wake you up once we are near," Elsa remembered the way back to the castle since it was just a straight road, nothing complicated.