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Beyoncé couldn't bare it anymore.
She couldn't stand the fact that her father felt her incapable to rule, he thought of her as weak and most certainly made that known to her.
She'd always known him not to like her and honestly she'd gotten used to it but that didn't mean he had to rub her insecurities in her face 24/7.
If he didn't want her to take over the kingdom that was good and fine, she didn't care. He could hand it over to her cousin for all she cares, all she needed was for him to stop poking and meddling in her life.
... Especially not stressing about a grandchild.
She couldn't see herself touching Onika ever. She could have anyone and I mean anyone in the kingdom and that's what she did. She slept around with multiple women, trying to keep her mind off the fact that she was married.
Yes, she felt guilty every time they argued over it or she listened to Onika's silent cries when she thought she was asleep but she always tried to push that emotion to the background.
She wasn't ready to commit herself just yet.
"You refuse to give me a grandson like that isn't the one thing you're good for!" Matthew screams at the top of his lungs. His brows furrowing in frustration when he realised the person he was talking to wasn't even paying him any thought.
"Are you even listening?!"
"No. I'm not." Beyoncé blanks, she'd gotten extremely good at ignoring her father "I thought you wanted to discuss important matters and not whatever it is you're busy ranting about?"
"Do you just have a set goal to piss me off everyday of my life?! You've been married for half a year and yet nothing. Are you barren or something?!"
Beyoncé stands to her feet at that, walking out the room in pure anger completely ignoring Matthews angered calls for her.
She couldn't believe the stupid question he'd just asked. If she didn't want to have a child yet then she had the right not to, but if it was a grandchild he really wanted then she'd give it to him.
She's seething as she makes her way towards the west wing of the palace. She felt Onika must've said something to her father, cried to him about not being paid attention to and that only clouded her senses with anger. Not being able to see how ridiculous that sounded.
"You're back ear—" Onika doesn't even get to finish her sentence when she feels Beyoncé's hand grab her by her wrist dragging her down the hall to their shared bedroom.
"Stop." She says trying to loosen Beyoncé's grip on her arm that was beginning to hurt with how tightly she was grabbing on to her "You're h-hurting me." She whimpers out but it seemed the blonde hadn't even heard not one thing she says as they finally reach the door of their bedroom.
She pushes it open with a force, throwing her wife down on the bed.
Onika confused eyes glossed over as she watches her wife take off her shirt, "This is what you wanted isn't it?" She grits out forcing her lips on that of Onika's not even caring that she didn't reciprocate it.
"Why are you fighting it? This is what you wanted isn't it? You want me to touch you, I'm touching you now aren't, I?" She frowns down at her wife's tear streaked face.
Onika shakes her head pushing Beyoncé's chest away from her as her own breaths become shallow. She didn't want this. Not like this. No.
The more Beyoncé looks at her, the more the guilt begins to eat away at her heart until she couldn't bear it anymore. She moves away from the woman with a deep frown covering her face as she watches Onika shrink away from her in shaky sobs.
