Rocky, princess of the Cayor's kingdom, just got married into a far away land, as a peace treaty. Her husband, the King Hassan, is known for being a cruel man, greedy for wealth and blood. A true tyrant.
But are the rumors true? The man Rocky sees...
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What the hell have I done...?
Rocky sat blankly in the midst of her dirty sheets. Her eyes traveled around as if she couldn't accept what she was seeing. She was awake for almost ten minutes but her brain wasn't functioning properly. She could only think about last night's events. She couldn't believe she'd been so weak. So fucking stupid. She committed treason and as a queen, she would be beheaded if anyone was to find out.
But Rocky deserved to die anyway. That's what she was thinking as hot tears coated her cheeks. She felt dirty as she wiped away her tears with her fists. She was a queen for barely a few weeks and she'd already committed one of the worst crimes that existed. How could she be trusted at the head of this kingdom?
She quickly rose her head when she heard the snap of her bedroom door. Her shoulders trembled in fear but she somehow relaxed when Raja came in view and closed the door behind him. The boy looked calm. He smiled softly at the queen and walked to the bed:
"Good morning, your majesty. Would you mind sitting on the cushion over there? I will quickly change the sheets."
Rocky got up on shaky legs. She stood next to the bed as Raja tore the sheets off, whistling a joyous air. The queen watched with wide eyes. It was as if nothing happened between them last night. She almost thought she dreamed it all but the dirty sheets now laying on the floor were enough of proof. Raja replaced them with fresh, new ones and placed the pillows back.
"Nice." He complimented himself.
He then looked towards the queen and his joyous face twisted into a frown.
"Are you okay?" He asked. "You look unwell, your majesty..."
"H-How c-could I be o-okay?"
"Uh?"
"I slept with you last night. Do you...Understand how awful that is? I am a qu-queen. I s-slept with my servant on the king's bed. I...Should be killed."
"Do you regret it that much?"
"What? Of course, I regret it! I should have never-"
Raja held her face between his hands. His eyes were blurred by his own tears. He looked heartbroken and Rocky couldn't control the waving in her heart. Damn it, why was this boy holding so much power over her?
"I am sorry you feel this way." He mumbled. "But let me just say...I don't regret anything on my side. Last night was probably the best of my whole existence and will always be. I am grateful I had the opportunity to show you how I truly feel about you....Now, you don't have to worry about anything. No one will ever know about what happened. I will protect you with my life if I have to go that far."
"You don't understand. I feel bad, I want to kill myself."
"Why? I-is it really that awful? You must admit...You also feel something for me."
