Enchantments

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Callon walked through the palace at midnight, as he usually did to find a snack in the kitchen.

He was immediately stopped when he heard the laughter of Zarina coming from inside.

He rolled his eyes contemplating if it wasn't maybe time for him to get a new kitchen built, just so he could avoid her.

She had enchanted his entire court into believing she had performed some impressive power. Which he supposed she had. But the rest of the evening he had had Ambassadors coming and expressing how impressed they were, but no one could tell him what exactly she had done.

That was the second time in one day she had purposely tried to enchant him, first by telling him he couldn't pick her as a favorite, and again at the Show.

And watching her glow was the most infuriating experience, his entire body wanted to throw himself at her. Devour her make her scream out his name in pleasure.

He shook his head shaking the image out of his mind and walked into the kitchen, fully prepared to ignore the enchantress completely.

He stood staring at her and quickly realized ignoring her was going to be a problem. He let out a sigh of annoyance.

She leaned back on the counter laughing away as two Elves traced their lips up and down her bare shoulders. Her dress had already been loosened and was hanging off her arms as his subjects continued to seductively caress her.

Their eyes looked completely glazed over, she had enchanted them.

She looked over her shoulder at Callon and laughed out before falling onto her back on the counter.

The image was wrong, and it felt perverted.

"Zarina?" He managed to ask out, his face looking disgusted.

"Evening My King." She said through slurred words.

He arched his eyebrow, "Are you drunk?"

She rolled onto her stomach and looked up at him, the elves caressing her back in a sensual manner. "Are you?" She asked with a wicked smile.

"Release my men." He ordered looking at the Elves who were completely captivated by her.

She pouted, "Why?" She asked pushing herself up.

"I'm sure this is considered rape." He said sternly as he watched them lean in and begin kissing her shoulders again.

She gave him a wicked smile. "I have ordered them to do whatever they would like to do to me."

She looked over at the one elf as he moved his lips to meet hers. The elf brushed his lips against hers before leaning in closer to kiss her.

Callon's eyes widened as the site enraged him. "Enough." He growled out. He walked towards the counter and picked both elves up by their collars and threw them off her.

They stumbled back but immediately began making their way back towards her.

Callon stood in between Zarina and the two Elves. "Zarina, this stops now." He warned with fury in his voice as he clenched his fists.

She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh of frustration. "Pineapple." She said as she sat upright on the counter.

The elves stopped walking towards her and began blinking rapidly. They exchanged dazed looks as if trying to remember something. Their eyes widened and their bodies got awkward.

They shifted their eyes away from each other and Zarina began to let out a sinister laugh.

They bolted out of the kitchen each going in a different direction.

Callon turned to face the Drunk Enchantress who was holding her stomach as she continued to laugh.

"I told them to do whatever they wanted to do to me until I said pineapple," She said between laughs, "After which they would think they did it to each other."

Callon rolled his eyes, wishing she would go back to being insecure and scared of her powers instead of using them so openly.

"Go to bed Zarina." He walked past her and made his way to the cold cupboard.

He heard her hop off the counter soon followed by a crashing sound.

He let out a deep sigh of frustration and shook his head. He slowly turned around to see her on the floor surrounded by some pots.

She looked around shocked. "How did the floor get up here?"

He arched his eyebrow at her, she was an absolute mess. He could probably just leave her here, she would pass out eventually, or throw up.

"You are a fucken prick." She barked out at him causing his eyebrows to rise to his forehead.

She tried to pull herself up but struggled, he just watched as her hand kept grabbing onto thin air and she would fall.

"Forcing me to throw away of a night of pleasure." She said looking at her hand as if wondering if there was something wrong with it since she couldn't grab onto the non-existing object.

"I do apologize for interrupting your threesome." He said with a sarcastic tone. This was a perfect reason why a queen she was not.

"I wouldn't do that to you." She said pointing up at him.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her up to him. He stabilized her by holding onto her shoulders.

"I'm fine." She slurred as she shrugged his hands away, well-tried. He kept them firmly grasped as he stared at her.

She began glowing again and he stepped closer as he mentally strained to control his body.

"Zarina." He whispered out as he stepped closer to her.

The glow immediately faded and he felt his body relax.

"Sorry." She said with a dazed voice, she wasn't looking up at him, but outside the window.

It sounded like that had been an accident.

"Let us get you into bed." He said with a gentle voice as he turned her around slowly to lead her back to her room.

"I'm not tired." She moaned as she placed her feet sternly to the ground, not moving forward an inch.

She was stubborn when sober, stubborn when drunk.

He stood for several seconds contemplating leaving her again.

Just leave her here, she will be fine. She might enchant some Fae or Elf, or Mermaid to sleep with her, but she will be fine.

He shook his head and with a swift movement, threw her over his shoulder.