Due to a Mishap, I Gave the King a Love Potion to Drink and I Became Queen

7. Crisis

Matthias' love potion was really powerful! Here was the king, despite his dislike for women, confessing his love for Iris and asking for her hand in marriage before the large number of guests at the ball. The potion really had a deep effect on the mind. It was rather unexpected.

It could have been worse! If Ernest had taken the love potion while staring at his sister, there would have been a tragedy!

With the great crime of incest averted, Iris was relieved, but then she realised the situation she was in was not quite right either,

‘Um, your Majesty, would you please put me down for a moment?'

Ernest had been quietly carrying her up marble staircases, down opulent corridors, headed somewhere. Was it a retiring room or was it his bedroom? Either way, Iris could only imagine his purpose; he had spoken about his body being hot which was only due to the love potion. If she did not stop things now, it will be a real challenge afterwards.

But Ernest gave an outrageous reply to Iris, ‘Please call me Ernest.'

‘Oh no, I could not poss-!' Ernest kissed her. She could not possibly call the King by his name,

‘Aren't you going to be my wife?' he asked when they parted.

‘That-'

‘I would like my beloved wife called me by my name. But if your lips do not want to call my name, would they prefer being kissed?'

Iris flushed pink at his sweet threat,

‘Er-Ernest…' she called.

‘How unbearable. I seem to have inadvertently discharged at the sound of your voice calling my name.'

What was he saying? Iris reddened even deeper up to her ears at his stimulating words. Although, it was all because of the love potion, he seems to have become quite the tyrant.

‘Iris, once more,'

‘Eh-!'

‘Would you rather be kissed?'

He took her lips without waiting for a reply, still walking on to his destination.

Iris was aware of danger, and called his name in a panic,

‘Ernest!'

‘The sound of your voice makes me feel good; your lips are sweeter than honey.'

Ernest continued to kiss her and chuckle in satisfaction. Was the language centre of the brain also affected by the love potion? She did not know Ernest well, so it was impossible to know how far out of character this aroused version of Ernest was. However, the sweet kisses were soon sweeping Iris away, but she remembered the situation.

‘Ernest,could I ask that you please put me down?'

Ernest looked down at Iris in his arms, ‘I would be disqualified as a man if I should drop a light lady like you.'

She did not think that was the problem. Iris was taller than Leticia, though she did not have flesh in the right places, she would not be light.

In addition, it made her think of her father who had carried her like this in her childhood. Ernest smiled down at Iris whose gaze wandered with nostalgia and embarrassment.

‘Let's think of it this way; I am training for the time when my child is growing in your belly, and it is my role to carry you like this for all eternity.'

Ernest's body certainly felt more robust that he appeared. His chest against her cheek felt firm, the arms around her back and knees felt strong.

But it sounded as though he was deliberately misunderstanding her,

‘But that's not what I am talking about-'

‘If that is the case, I can listen when we get to my bedroom.' he replied.

Iris' blushing cheeks paled.

‘No! No! I would prefer it if you listen to me right now.'

‘I see, as soon as we get to the bedroom, I will put you down on the bed as you wish.' Ernest said with a devious smirk.

It wasn't it though, Iris thought nervously,

‘Or would you prefer to be on your knees than the bed?'

How far did this love potion manipulate a person's heart?! Just because she wanted him to put her down; he was asking whether on the bed or on her knees. She knew from standing near him earlier, he was considerably taller than her, so she could not jump off and run away.

As a result, Iris became paler, and when she imagined what would happen in the bedroom, she blushed.
They came to large doors where two guards and a lady-in-waiting stood in attention. The lady opened the doors somewhat gladly, and went ahead to them to open the bedroom doors.

Once they were inside, she curtsied and quietly closed the doors.

‘We're here.' he said

Iris cast a nervous look around. She had to comment that it looked as expected; exquisitely crafted furniture arranged in a tasteful masculine style. The canopied bed dominated the room, and looked large enough for six adults to sleep in comfortably.

Ernest approached the bed and placed Iris in the gently down in the middle.
Oh right! The situation was getting dire.

‘Please wait, Ernest-eek!'

Her shoes were taken off before she knew it, and Ernest was lying over her. She gave him a panic-stricken look,

‘What's wrong?' he asked.

‘You said you would listen to what I had to say…'

Why was he trying to undo the ribbons that held the bodice of her dress? Was it alright to bat his hands away even though he was the King?

Iris tried to stave off his roaming hands.

‘Oh-yes. If you have something to tell me, do so now.' He announced.

But it did not look like he was paying any attention. Despite his words, he did not stop trying to undress her. On the contrary, he began to undo the buttons of her dress until it was opened to her abdomen. Iris let out an exclamation of disbelief and grabbed the unruly man's hands,

‘Iris?'

‘Your Majesty, you are rumoured not to like women. I am also one of that class of human, so what is happening here…?'

She wanted him remember that he did not like women and supplant the effects of the love potion.

But he began to kiss Iris' soft cheeks and blew away the whisper of hope in her heart.

‘That is correct, I don't like women, but I do like you,'

‘But that's…' because of the love potion.

What should I do?

Why did she fail?

She knew she could not tell Ernest the truth, ‘I'm sorry, Ernest, I really cannot marry you.'