Princess Arya was forced to marry the winner of the tournament her father had held to stop the war. King Kohl was the strongest among all alphas and she despised the fact that the barbarian had won her hand and future title. She hated him and and hi...
They arrived at Geara before dark. Kohl's people were already waiting for their King and his new wife at the gates, cheering and screaming for the newlywed couple. Their King had won and they were so proud of him. King Kohl was the best, and the true ruler of Geara.
Kohl was loved as a King, Arya could feel that immediately. The people of Oprela had never cheered like this for her father. They were much more reserved, so different, in every possible way.
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A big feast was held for Kohl and his new wife, the new Queen of Geara. Arya hated that title. With much repulsion, she watched the feast's activities in front of her eyes. An abomination they were, these people from Geara.
The Gearians ate with fingers and spat while they talked, making a mess of themselves. Some had long beards where chunks of food got stuck into the curly hair. Arya even saw people doing obscene things to each other like only animals would do, not caring about the fact that other people could see them. A woman exposed her breasts while a man fucked her mouth. Another man took his mate from behind.
This nation was obscene. Arya could also smell all sorts of scents and some of them almost made her throw up.
She looked to her right, seeing Kohl looking at the view in the big hall with a smile on his face before he gulped from his glass of beer. The king then stood up, raised his glass, and yelled to his nation that the Gearians were the best, the strongest of all, and the ones without fear.
The crowd yelled and cheered when Kohl screamed and then greedily swallowed his beer down his throat, while half of it dripped down his chin and neck, soaking his already dirty shirt.
Arya found the whole show distasteful beyond words. What a beast her alpha was.
When she then looked at her left, she saw a man sucking on the penis of another, while he was taken by someone else at the back. It all happened not even 10 meters away from her table. That was enough for Arya. "I am tired," she told Kohl. "Can I be excused?"
Kohl looked displeased, but he nodded nonetheless. "Fine."
Before Arya walked to her chamber she asked Kohl: "When will Brianna be here?"
Brianna and Aema still hadn't arrived and Arya wondered how long she needed to wait. She wanted to have someone familiar beside her. She felt so alone in the unfamiliar castle in this foreign land.
"Don't know," Kohl replied, not even looking at Arya.
In her chambers, Arya fell on her bed and cried. She was sure she wasn't made for this vulgar way of living. She was decent, not barbaric like they were. She prayed to the Gods that Kohl wouldn't visit her tonight, hoping that he would just fuck one of those other people. When the thought crossed her mind, she instantly regretted it because her inner omega didn't want that at all.
The omega went crazy with these mixed feelings and she wondered if Kohl also experienced them. Would Kohl's alpha side be different from the man he was? He did show some sort of protection this morning when Arya was harassed by that man at the cave. Or was it just possession and nothing more?
Arya once again cried herself to sleep and sadly, in the middle of the night, she was visited by a drunk Kohl, who forced himself upon her again.
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The next morning, she was woken up by a familiar face.
"Brianna! When did you arrive?" Arya asked, feeling so relieved.
"Last night. You were already asleep, my princess-- I mean my Queen. I suppose I need to start calling you my Queen now," Brianna excused herself.
"You can call me anything you want, Brianna. I am so glad you are here," Arya said, shedding a few tears because she was happy she was reunited with her trustworthy maid again. The familiar scent of Brianna was so comforting to her.
"Oh, don't cry, Arya," Brianna said while patting her mistress's back. When Arya kept crying, she hugged her and asked: "Shall I run you a bath?"
"Yes, please."
Arya could really use a nice hot bath to take her mind off things
She laid down and let her body relax in the warm water. Brianna had poured some oils out in the water, that they had taken with them from Oprela, so it smelled like home.
The Queen closed her eyes and tried to not think about Kohl or Geara for a while. Instead, she took herself back to the gardens of her old home, where she always walked with her father, talking about her mother or life.
Her father... Who told her to be obedient and who told her that she should listen to Kohl...
It stung Arya. She still respected her father but she was also so disappointed in him. Her father could have stepped down, to let Kohl rule over Oprela. That way, Arya didn't have to leave her home. But the old man didn't.
Why didn't he?
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Kohl had told Arya yesterday to come and watch him practice the next day and unfortunately, it wasn't a question.
So here Arya stood, with her feet buried in the sands of the arena and Brianna and Aema standing beside her, watching Kohl practice. The Gearian King was the best fighter out of all the people in the nation.
Kohl and his opponent fought with swords, their torso's naked and sweating in the hot sun. Kohl's rival was a tall man and a broad man.
Handsome too...
His and Arya's eyes crossed a few times between the punches and kicks.
"Who is that man?" Arya asked Aema while observing the handsome man from top to bottom.
"A brother? I didn't know Kohl had a brother," Arya replied with some surprise.
"They aren't close. There is no brotherly love between them. At least not anymore. Pascal is a son of Kohl's father and a mistress. He is older than Kohl, but because his parents weren't married, he couldn't inherit the crown."
In the end, it was Kohl who won the fight and that made Arya's omega proud.
But her eyes had looked at Pascal the entire match, and not at Kohl...
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