Tales of Love and Power

Chapter 8: Mahaila

The king's kitchens were busier than usual, having to cook for the king and his concubine. Even the cooks gossiped about who this girl was. "Zukul, who is this girl? The king has never let a woman stay until the morning." The head chef, Hazuko, was the palace's biggest gossip. If there were ever rumors floating around, he was almost always the source.

"What's it to you?" Zukul quickly responded. "Stay focused on your task. His majesty has finally found happiness. We cannot let your careless cooking be what ruins it." The chefs quickly went back to work preparing enough food for a royal army. Zukul called forward the royal taster who tasted every dish, making sure that they were perfect and free of poisons. He then made his way to the king's chamber and waited for them to wake.

Mahaila was the first to arise. She looked at the light coming from the terrace, not believing how much her life had changed in such a short amount of time. A little while ago, she was living at home, not even having experienced her first kiss. Now she lay in bed with a king, feeling what some would describe as love at first sight.

She stepped off the bed, put on the robe that was on the dresser and looked around the room's lavish furniture. There was an enormous fireplace facing the bed. A large sofa was adjacent to it and a small golden table was between them. A goblet of wine was on it from the night before.

She went over to the desk that was in the corner of the room. There she saw a red agate ring. From the design, she could tell it was a man's ring. Though it was a high-quality ring, the old-fashioned design led her to believe it was a family heirloom.

As she admired the ring she heard soft movement coming from Abzalin's direction. His arms moved as if he was searching for her. She placed the ring on the desk and walked toward the edge of the bed. She crawled to him stopping when she was right next to him.

She greeted him, wishing him a good morning in a language that was still foreign to her. It was a slight surprise when he laughed almost uncontrollably.

"Do you know what you just said?" He asked still laughing. Though she had spoken Athzaki for many years every once in a while she'd confuse even the simplest of words. "You wished me a morning full of goats" This revelation made them both laugh till tears threatened to come out. Somewhere in the laughter, their faces inched close, and then their laughter turned into quiet smiles.

His hand reached up to her face his thumb caressing her bottom lip. "Where did you come from?" He asked in admiration.

"I came to you from the sky. I was created for you. In every way a person can belong to another, I am yours."

Mahaila said sweetly. She gently guided his hand to the corner of her eyes. "These eyes exist to see your blessed face."

She brought his hand to her lips. "These lips exist to say your name and to embrace your lips."

As she led his hand to her bosom, his heart began to race. "This heart beats to love you in your entirety. In mind, body, and soul I am yours."

He'd never heard words as heartfelt as the one she just spoke. He had longed to have someone love him like this. In the palace, there are few people who are true to their intentions, and even fewer you can trust. He looked at her speechless unable to find words that explain how he felt. "I am yours Abzalin. I have always been yours." As she finished her confession she pressed a kiss to his lips. 

She mounted him, as the warmth of desire spread through her body. She bent down her head laying a kiss of passion upon his lips as his hands traveled to the ample flesh of her bottom. She stripped off her robe leaving her body bare for him to view. He watched for a moment. Basking in the sight of her perfection.