ROYALTY

Chapter 68

I lay awake in my bed even though I was dead tired, barely keeping my eyes open, waiting. Patricia on the other hand was very desperate for me to get up, as I had a court meeting with the lords and ladies. Stretching my nude self, I turned to the side, looking at the wall. I listened carefully as the grumpy maid and motherly figure walked out, making sure to slam the door shut to express her anger. Feeling none whatsoever uncomfortable I threw off the covers and spread my legs wide. I was still having my monthly flow but that did not mean I could not make myself most comfortable. I looked to the wall again, listening silently waiting, yet no sound came.

Sighing from my bed I walked to the bathing room, not noticing how early it was. Sitting down in the bath I winced as I felt my back touch the solid stature, deciding leaning against the wall was not an option I sat in the middle and pulled out my tear shaped necklace. I ran my hands along the cold stone and sighed. It was the last thing he gave me. Again I found me being the reason as to way he died, why they both did.

I thought back on the way I treated Naomi, it was quite painful. I remembered the first day she walked into the place and bowed for the servant, her curiosity in the libraries, the way she ate and all that. I thought on the reasons I made sure I had arguments about her with Trenton making sure she heard them. I did not do all that because I did not want her as a queen, she did fit my brother better than Amelia and Penelope. Not that any of them would have his hand. But she was a far better match. But one thing was definitely for sure, she felt the same pain I did when I lost the one person I treasured in my heart.

Reaching out of the water, I grabbed a towel by the stool and wrapped it around my hair. I stood in front of the long mirror just besides me and looked at me, I was terribly pale, with stress written all over my face. Placing the cold stone around my neck I looked down at my stomach, things would have been different, if only- I cut myself short of my thoughts, and walked to the inner room, hurriedly wearing whatever the maids picked for me.

I did not feel like leaving my hair down, so I pinned It up, failing miserably as I tried. I heard and bang and a crush and a scream rang out, but it was not the voice I wanted to hear, thunderous footsteps walked towards my room, shaking everything in its way. I had hardly had enough time before the door swung open and an almost nude Donovan walked in slamming it shut. You eyes blazing red he looked at me, I looked back at him but not at his fine muscular body that had once attracted me but at the signs that he had gotten my present. Yes me. I said as I took my seat next to my vanity table. You killed her. He shouted and at once the birds outside did fall into silence.

As a matter of fact she killed herself. By drinking the poisoned liquid she brought me. He looked down at his hands, at the blood that covered it. And you had to send her head to my room. He raised his voice at me, taking a menacing step towards my direction. His, I cleared my throat, bouncing up and down as he did walk. You sent your whore to my room to kill me and she did die so I sent her back to you just a few inches shorter. I shrugged. And you think this funny? You cut her up in pieces? I laughed, Would you have preferred she do that to me? The cutting her head off was not my doing, a certain someone sent his greetings. I said as I stood up. I reached the door just in time to watch a half nude maid running towards the servants stairs. I sent Donovan a death glare as I stared at him.

I wonder what they see in you? I spoke to myself. Well then, he said as he stood terribly close to me, my back against the closed door. We will just have to find out His lips came crushing down on mine, I stood shocked and still, paralysed. My thoughts went back to that day, that same unfortunate day all the misfortune befell me. I bit back the cry and the tears that threatened to spill over my face as his hands roomed my body, touching and teasing. It was not until his hands squeezed my tender breasts that I remembered myself and came back to the now, where he was assaulting me.

I held his erection in my mouth and squeezed, he sighed in a pleasurable manner, a sweet soft moan escaped his mouth, I smiled against his lips not for long, I watched as his face changed from that of lust to pain, as he watched my hand gripping him tightly as my nails dug into his flesh. He grabbed onto my hair and pulled, bringing my head lower, trying to get dominance of our compromising position, but I dug my nails even deeper the marks on him turning an angry red, he let of my hair and I let him go, leaving him stumbling to the floor where he griped his tender manhood, howling in pain.

I adjusted my skits and wiped my mouth all the while he looked at me, that understanding we had years long back finally forgotten, I walked to the door before opening, Never underestimate me my lord, after all I am a woman capable of things. I turned my full attention on him. After the devil fear a woman, it is a word of advise. And fools be no fools when they say such.