The Three Kings

Chapter 23

"Holy water
Cannot help you now
A thousand armies
Couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See, I've come to burn
Your Kingdom down"
~Florence and the Machines

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Eames & Willa
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"Sir?" A troop member stumbled into the room, sweat glistening from his brow due to his nervousness. "It-it failed. We...we weren't able to accomplish what you wanted. Th-the Kings showed up sooner than anticipated. They squashed it--squashed us."

"I beg your pardon?" He turned to look at the battle worn, bloody male. "You came here to announce your failure? Have I taught you nothing? You NEVER admit defeat unless you lying dead! Are you dead? Are your troops dead? No? Than what the fuck are you doing here!?"

"Sir, the troops, they are all tir-"

"I don't want your pathetic excuses! You should have stayed and continued fighting! They would have left at some point! You failed! You failed me! You failed your King!" The male sitting on the throne, in an abandoned castle in Ukraine, stood. "You failed your duty. That cannot go unpunished." Walking towards the troop member, he raised his hand, fingers turning to claws, and slit his throat from ear to ear.

The room, which only had a few servants fell silent. No one moved.

"Well!" he raised his voice to the room. "What are you all standing around for? Get this mess cleaned up! And ring for my wife!"

He moved back to his throne, licking the blood clean from his hand, waiting for his wife. She hurried as quick as she could, bursting through the throne room. She barely paused at the body being heaved into the servants arms, or the blood expanding on the floor.

"Sir?"

"Willa, darling," he said, standing and walking to another room. "Come."

Obediently, she fell into step behind him, head turned down. He lead her to their private room, different from their bedroom.

When the door shut behind her, she took to her normal position of kneeling on the floor, hands behind her back, and eyes on the floor. The robe she always wore, per his orders, had been discarded.

"I've been disappointed today, darling." He murmured into the quiet of the room. "A small simple task of causing a small uprising failed. My bloody cousins came in and ruined everything." He practically spit the word cousins. "I'm hoping my darling wife won't cause me anymore grief today. Rise, take off my clothes, and get to doing what you do best."

Willa did just as she was asked. Undressing him, then sinking back down to her knees in front of his cock. As she always did when her husband was disappointed, or angry, or sad, or happy. The only time they never did this was when he was busy planning, though, he somehow still found time to.

"I promised I'd destroy them..." he groaned, hands wrapping around her long, silky chocolate hair. "Promised my father that I'd burn the Kingdom to the ground! But they keep getting in the way!"

He pulled her away from him and dragged her to the bed. He locked her wrists and ankles in the manacles and mounted her.

"They. Keep. Getting. In. My. Way!" With each thrust into her, a plan formed in his head. A plan that he had to finish finalizing with all his top generals, advisors, and lords. His giddiness of this idea, and the warm cavern of his wife forced him to finish before he was ready. Though he wanted more, was aching for more, he had people to call and plans to form. His little wife was going to have to wait.

"I'll be back, Willa. Don't move." He flashed a wicked smirk, and winked before throwing on his robe and rushing out of the private playroom.

Willa laid in the cold, dark room, wishing him to return. This was a position she found herself in often, but the chill, and long hours in the manacles made it worse. But she endured. She had to for her husband. She would do anything for her husband. She believed in his cause. She believed that he, the rightful heir to the throne, would be restored. She didn't even care if she became Queen or not. All she wanted was for him to be back in his rightful place.

And she hoped that this new plan of his would work. She could only vaguely hear her husband speaking to someone in another room. She assumed he was on the phone because his voice was the only one she could hear.

Whatever he was speaking of made him excited, and with his voice in her mind, she slipped from reality.

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Hello guys!

I wrote this like last week and I was going to try and have it up last week, but that clearly didn't happen.

I would like you tell me if this is too graphic? Like, at this, we've all been on Wattpad long enough that we're all kinda desensitized to smut. But this wasn't supposed to be that. It's really to dive into their relationship and I do not want it to be too graphic. So tell me if it is. Please.

This isn't it, I promise. This is so short, I couldn't do you guys wrong like that, so another update is coming! Soon! Like right after this one, so stay tuned.

Any questions, comments, concerns, critiques? How'd you feel about this chapter? Did you like it, love it, or hate it?

Have a lovely day guys!

~Rae