Knox's body was sore. He was exhausted. His own abdomen ached and he touched himself between the thighs, surprised by his own penis.
Mary pushed her face into the pillow and sobbed for a day. She had no energy and she screamed at the servants who brought her food.
The second day, Mary pulled herself up. She wanted a calico dress, but the closet was filled with silks and satins. She stayed in her shift.
Hair curly and furious, she approached a bubble around her son's nursery. BoBo was in front of it, standing guard.
"I want to see my baby," she said as calmly as she could, sniffling up her tears.
"Our King wants to be alone. He's bonding with the boy."
Mary picked up the chamber pot and launched it at him. "He's not My King."
"Just because you don't want to admit it, doesn't mean you don't hear his heartbeat. Very calm and even right now, isn't it?"
Mary narrowed her eyes, her spit boiling on her tongue. She spewed acid at him, grinned as BoBo's skin withered and sloughed off. But Mary's glee was brief. With one stroke, BoBo wiped it away, revealed a brand new smile on that pristine adolescent face.
"He is every demon blood's king. Me included."
Mary's rose pink metallic claws ripped through her human skin and she launched at BoBo. Shredding him to ribbons, she threw him aside and attacked the bubble. Her scream loaned her energy, but she couldn't break through.
"Really, Mo Bhanrion?" BoBo said, the oily smile oozing from his lips. "This is Djehuty's work. You'll need to do better than that."
Her hair writhed, beat on the bubble with the same ferocity as her fists. She screamed until the walls shook. The vases and coffers on the hall tables shuddered to the floor. The shards danced up and she stabbed them into the bubble.
Two hours.
Three hours.
Four.
She ached, fell to her knees, heaved breaths.
"Really, My Queen. Go back to bed, lie down. You need your rest."
That gave her the energy to launch one more attack, but the last surge of energy zoomed out of her like a wisp of smoke.
BoBo called a guard, had her returned to bed.
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The Lamb and the Gray Battle
FantasyEvie has spent the last 575 years on the North American continent, now called America, the Pure and Clean. She smiles, volunteers and makes cakes and pastries for her neighbors, hiding away her demon blood. She wants nothing to do with her estranged...
