Savior Of Power

Chapter 15

The next few months were rather horrendous for me. I had a deal with being the queen as well as being a good wife, separating the daily squabble between mother and Lady Absinthe....
The tension between those two have become so thick, it could be cut clean with a butcher's knife. I ,the King Consort  and the prince were discussing matters of state with the privy council.
I was discussing a very important view when the throne room flew open as the guards tried stopping mother from yelling her way through the great halls.
"I WILL NOT HAVE THAT DESPICABLE DAUGHTER OF THE STREET USE ANY ONE OF MY HORSES FOR HER USELESS FRIVOLITIES WITH OTHER MEN OF THIS COURT!!!"
I paused. Lord chamberlain and the others understandably excused themselves leaving James, Finnegan and I to speak with her.
"Now mother I'm sure whatever happened-"
"SHE WAS FUCKING A GUARD IN BEHIND THE ROYAL STABLES!" My mother erupted angrily.
Finnie snorted. Like a laugh wanted to escape his lips. James look mortified... i on the other hand, was speechless...and a little dizzy too because being three months pregnant and being the head of this household is not for the weak and feeble.
"Very well mother, i will speak to the lady at once and bring her to order". I assured, with a kiss to her cheek which always seemed to calm her down...
"I want her living all the way at the end of the west wing" she said.
"Mother, you do realize that the west wing is designed specifically for the royal servants, that way, it's easier for them to reach us..." said Finnie as he tried to see reason with her. I knew once she was like this, there was no going back..
I ordered a guard to send for the lady at once. A moment later, she arrived with Rowena.
"Your Majesty" she curtsied.
Mother was ready to tear her apart but i put my hand up and looked at her. Then to Lady Absinthe.
"It has been brought to my attention that you had relations with a member of my guard at the back of the stables that house the horses which belong to the queen mother" i asked, looking straight at her.
"Your Majesty.. i was caught up in the heat of passion. Surely you too can relate"
Everyone in the room looked shocked.
I decided to maintain myself and not stress. I smiled and began:
"Lady Absinthe, what goes on in my bedchamber is absolutely none of your concern, if i, Regina Catherine Victoria Coventry Barrington decided today that i was going to fuck my husband, the Prince consort in this very throne room, then that is what i shall do because this is my kingdom...my birthright....if you think you can come in here and take my grace upon you for granted, then be prepared to be cast out and fed to the street dogs......"
I looked to the guard who brought her
"Constantine, take this woman to her chambers...i do not want to see her anywhere close to any member of my family".
He saluted "yes your majesty"
And he took her away.
I could feel a warm hand on my shoulder...my brother......My emotions took the most of me when it was time to retire for the night....
Serena was done getting me ready. James' manservant was done helping him take his armor off.
I laid on the bed....placing my hand on my tummy.. tears streaming down my face...
James laid beside me and held me from behind....he didn't ask....he knew why i cried....sometimes the weight of the crown becomes like a boulder wedged between your shoulders...Sovereign..as i am known by many...but even that word feels heavy to my own ears...
James whispered to my ears as he held me closer..
"Regina..."
His voice did something to me...it calmed me down every time.. James was like my personal walking antidote...
I sniffed and replied "yes James?"
"It is hard...my love..i know it is hard...it is the crown....it is both a metaphor and an symbol of power. You wear the crown and you are the crown..Your word is power. Don't let those beneath you drag you down to their level..you are the queen of the most powerful nation on this side of the earth."
I replied as i choked on my tears "it is hard James...it's hard.. i'm in no way saying that i want to give up the crown. I would rather die than do that but...do you think I'm a good queen?"
"Regina...I wouldn't be saying all i said if I didn't mean it"....
I clutched onto his hand which was now caressing my tummy. "Thank you my husband. I don't know what I would've done without you"
I turned to face him. The room was dimly lit. I could still make out his face. The sea waves that crashed into the rocks  by the  brought a certain type of ambiance to the atmosphere.
I nestled into my husband's embrace and slept off that night with thoughts running through my head about the conversation we just had..