Where is she.
I'm getting worried.
It's 11pm, and I thought she'd be home by now.
I pace around the living room as Levos, Kolvar, Cela, Rakia, Selkie and Sansa are just lazing around like there isn't constant work needing to be done around the kingdom.
"Sit down King Kamau, there's no need to worry about Queen Circe, she can take care of herself." Sansa states while manspreading on my couch and flipping her red braid off her shoulder.
That doesn't make me feel any better. I know she can take care of herself but you never know what tricks people have up their sleeves.
A loud bang echos the halls.
Alerting me that the main door is open.
"There he goes." I hear Kolvar tell to the group as I'm already speed walking down the halls.
The guards move aside and there I see Circe. Her hood is up and it looks like she's carrying things inside her cloak.
"Circe are you okay? What took you so long? What was that thing you had to do?" I worry and babble to her, but she just walks past me and towards the living room.
I tail behind her until she walks through the living room and into the kitchen. Everyone is silently staring at her, curious as what she's going to do next.
Sansa and Levos get off the couch to get a better view of her.
"Houston, we got a problem." Circe says.
"What?" I tilt my head at what I'm guessing is a metaphor.
Kolvar snickers.
Circe shakes her hood off before taking her cloak off and throwing it across the room onto the couch.
She's got something on her chest wrapped in a huge scarf.
Is that hair?
"Um, Queen Circe?" Rakia asks.
"Hm?" She hums
Rakia points to Circes chest with a finger. "What's that?"
She looks down. "The problem I was talking about. Of should I say problems?"
Circe takes the thing on her chest and lifts the bottom of it on the counter, to balance it, her braid sways at her hips while she reaches behind her back and starts untying the scarf.
Just as she does so, the things are about to fall but she quickly catches it, laying it down on the counter, finally giving us a view of what she's been carrying and talking about.
Gasps fill the room and my eyes bulge out of my sockets.
Two tiny kids lay on my kitchen counter. Or should I say toddlers.
"Did you kill those kids!" Levos says in a horrified gasp.
She just rolls her eyes in response and goes to the fridge taking out food and drinks, then closing it with her foot.
"Their sleeping idiot." Sansa says.
"Circe?" I tread carefully. She doesn't respond but I know she's listening so I continue. "Why do you have two toddlers?"
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She May be Evil
FantasíaA Queen and a King from different empires Join forces through Consensual marriage. A brave, courageous (maybe evil) queen Meets, A shy, introverted king One day when the queen takes a stroll in the busy streets, she meets three year old twins, hom...
