The holy ruler

Chapter 7 continued

As the funeral ceremony came to a close, Mary and Adam were summoned to the King's private office. Both King Henry and the King of France were present, their faces stern and serious.

"Mary, Adam," King Henry began, his voice firm. "I have some news to share with you. Your wedding preparations have already started. You will be married in two weeks' time."

Mary's eyes widened in shock, but Adam's face fell. He knew that this was not what he wanted, but he was trapped.

But to everyone's surprise, Anastasia just laughed. She smiled mischievously, her eyes glinting with amusement.

"Father, you really think this will upset me?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm feeling fed up with the games. "I'm not foolish enough to think that I can stop this wedding. But I will tell you one thing - I will not go down without a fight."

The only person who seemed scared of this was Adam. He knew that Anastasia was not a force to be underestimated, and he feared for his future.
As soon as the king and Mary and Adam left the room, Anastasia felt a wave of despair wash over her. She sank into her chair, feeling trapped and helpless. But before she could even process her thoughts, Kye was on his knees in front of her, his eyes pleading with hers.

"Anastasia, my queen," he said, his voice trembling with desperation. "I will do anything for you. Anything. Please, don't give up hope. We can still fight this."

Anastasia looked at him, her hypnotizing brown eyes locking onto his. Her curly long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, and her full lips trembled as she spoke. "Kye, my love," she whispered, her voice like a gentle breeze. "I don't know what to do. My father has made up his mind. He wants Mary to Wed Adam and secure the throne for Charles. I'm just a pawn in his game i don't know what to do."

Kye's face contorted in anguish as he gazed at her. He couldn't seem to keep his eyes off her, transfixed by the sight of her beauty. Her dress, a flowing gown of silk and velvet, shimmered in the light, its intricate embroidery glinting like gold and silver. The bodice hugged her curves, showcasing her slender waist and full bust, and the skirt fell in soft folds to the floor, like a river of midnight blue.

"Kye, my love," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I would do without you you keep me sane."

Kye's eyes shone with tears as he took her hand in his. "You will never have to find out, my queen," he said, his voice cracking with emotion. "I will always be by your side. Always."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but gaze at her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her loveliness. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds in the light, and her skin glowed like alabaster, smooth and unblemished. He was lost in the depths of her beauty, and he knew he would do anything to protect her, to keep her safe from harm.

And then, a sudden idea struck him. He looked at her with a determined gaze. "Anastasia, I know how we can get you the throne," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "You have to seduce the King of France. You have to go bigger than just marrying Adam. You have to become the Queen of France itself."

Anastasia's eyes widened in shock, but Kye could see the gears turning in her mind. She was considering it. She was thinking about the power and the glory that came with being a queen.

"Think about it, my love," Kye said, his voice persuasive. "You will be the most powerful woman in all of Europe. You will have the throne, the power, and the glory. And I will be right by your side, always." Here's a continuation with Kye being more dominant:

Anastasia's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with the possibilities. She had never thought of seducing the King of France he's horrible, but now that Kye mentioned it, it seemed like a tantalizing prospect. She could almost taste the power and glory that came with being a queen.

"Kye, my love," she said, her voice husky and seductive. "You are a genius. I will do it. I will seduce the King of France and become his queen."

Kye's face lit up with a triumphant smile, and he reached out, taking her chin in his hand. "Ah, Anastasia," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You will do exactly as I say, and we will conquer France together. You will be the queen, and I will be your king, guiding and protecting you every step of the way."

Anastasia's heart raced with excitement as Kye's grip on her chin tightened, his eyes burning with intensity. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he pulled her closer, his voice taking on a dominant tone.

"You will do as I say, Anastasia. You will seduce the King of France, and you will become his queen. And once you are on the throne, we will rule with an iron fist, crushing all who dare to oppose us."

Anastasia's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as Kye's words sent a thrill through her. She felt a surge of excitement at the thought of being dominated by Kye, of being his queen and partner in conquest.

"Yes, Kye," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I will do as you say. I will seduce the King of France, and we will conquer France together."

Kye's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he released her chin, his hand trailing down her neck. "Good, my queen," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I knew you would see things my way." Anastasia didn't even know that Kye was manipulating her but she was so blind