"Mother!" Prince Edward bolted upright in his bed, his heart pounding in his chest. He had been having the same nightmare for weeks now, one where he was forced to marry a hideous old hag who cackled maniacally as she dragged him to the altar."Why me?" he groaned, running a hand through his tousled brown hair. His father, the King, had arranged this marriage to secure an alliance with a neighboring kingdom ruled by Queen Helena, a woman known for her ruthless cunning and unquenchable desire for power.Edward sighed and climbed out of bed, knowing he had no choice but to accept his fate. He donned his royal garments—a velvet tunic adorned with golden embroidery and a silk cape that trailed behind him like a regal banner. As he adjusted his crown, he steeled himself for the day ahead.The wedding ceremony was held in the grandest cathedral in the land, its towering spires reaching into the heavens like a entreaty for divine intervention. Edward's eyes scanned the sea of faces, politely nodding at the well-wishers and nobles who had come to witness the union. But his attention was drawn to the woman standing at the altar, draped in a flowing gown that shimmered in the sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows.Queen Helena was not the wizened crone he had imagined. She was a beautiful, statuesque woman with silver hair that cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall of moonbeams. Her piercing blue eyes seemed to hold centuries of wisdom, and her posture radiated strength and confidence.As they exchanged vows, their hands clasped together, Edward felt a spark of hope ignite within him. Perhaps this marriage wouldn't be so terrible after all.Their first night together was filled with hesitant exploration and tentative touches. Edward found himself surprisingly entranced by Helena's mature charms, her every movement a masterclass in sensuality. She made him feel like a young colt, unsteady on his feet but eager to please.After hours of tender lovemaking, they lay entwined in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of their shared passion. It was then that Helena spoke, her voice low and throaty."You are mine now, my prince. I will teach you the ways of dominance and submission, and together, we shall rule this land as one."Her words sent a shiver down Edward's spine, both frightening and exhilarating him in equal measure. He knew that he had entered a world of female superiority and granny sex, one that would test his limits and push him beyond anything he had ever experienced.But as he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the journeys that lay ahead of him, and the lessons that his new queen would impart.

Prince Edward has a nightmare about marrying a hideous old hag, but he's forced to accept an arranged marriage with Queen Helena to secure an alliance. At their wedding, Edward finds Queen Helena is actually a beautiful woman with silver hair and piercing blue eyes. Their first night together is passionate and ends with Queen Helena revealing she'll teach Edward the ways of dominance and submission as they rule together.

 "Mother!" Prince Edward bolted upright in his bed, his heart pounding in his chest. He had been having the same nightmare for weeks now, one where he was forced to marry a hideous old hag who cackled maniacally as she dragged him to the altar.

"Why me?" he groaned, running a hand through his tousled brown hair. His father, the King, had arranged this marriage to secure an alliance with a neighboring kingdom ruled by Queen Helena, a woman known for her ruthless cunning and unquenchable desire for power.

Edward sighed and climbed out of bed, knowing he had no choice but to accept his fate. He donned his royal garments—a velvet tunic adorned with golden embroidery and a silk cape that trailed behind him like a regal banner. As he adjusted his crown, he steeled himself for the day ahead.

The wedding ceremony was held in the grandest cathedral in the land, its towering spires reaching into the heavens like a entreaty for divine intervention. Edward's eyes scanned the sea of faces, politely nodding at the well-wishers and nobles who had come to witness the union. But his attention was drawn to the woman standing at the altar, draped in a flowing gown that shimmered in the sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows.

Queen Helena was not the wizened crone he had imagined. She was a beautiful, statuesque woman with silver hair that cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall of moonbeams. Her piercing blue eyes seemed to hold centuries of wisdom, and her posture radiated strength and confidence.

As they exchanged vows, their hands clasped together, Edward felt a spark of hope ignite within him. Perhaps this marriage wouldn't be so terrible after all.

Their first night together was filled with hesitant exploration and tentative touches. Edward found himself surprisingly entranced by Helena's mature charms, her every movement a masterclass in sensuality. She made him feel like a young colt, unsteady on his feet but eager to please.

After hours of tender lovemaking, they lay entwined in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of their shared passion. It was then that Helena spoke, her voice low and throaty.

"You are mine now, my prince. I will teach you the ways of dominance and submission, and together, we shall rule this land as one."

Her words sent a shiver down Edward's spine, both frightening and exhilarating him in equal measure. He knew that he had entered a world of female superiority and granny sex, one that would test his limits and push him beyond anything he had ever experienced.

But as he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the journeys that lay ahead of him, and the lessons that his new queen would impart.

Arranged Marriage between a young adult prince and a dominant granny Queen for the pre-exist of the Kingdom

Prince's Arranged Marriage to a Dominant Granny Queen

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