The Chance Encounter

part three

Chapter 3

The King saw to it that all the guests had left, while he had his maids escort me back to my room for a bath and to change into my night gown. I felt relieved that I was brought back to my room. I assume this meant we'd go our separate ways. We put on the show we needed to. Tonight I'll have some peace. Snow seems to be in her own bed tonight. Hopefully Tink will be able to come see me.

About 30 minutes later I hear someone knocking on my door.

"Come in" I say loud enough for them to be able to hear.

Here comes the part I fear. I watch as the King enters into my room quietly and closing the door behind him.

"My Queen, how are you feeling?" he asks politely.

"It's been a long day, just a bit tired."

He laughs softly, "why yes, weddings can be quite exhausting. However, I was hoping you'd have enough energy for our next activity."

"What do you mean?"

"It's the night of our wedding, my Queen. It's time we consummate our marriage."

"Please, not tonight." I beg

"I've waited a long time for you, Regina. We will consummate our marriage tonight."

I realized there was nothing I could say to change the series of events tonight, so I said nothing. Instead I watch him walk over to me with his lustfill eyes. He looks at me as if he won a prize. I sit completely still, not making any sudden movements.

"Don't worry, my Queen. I won't hurt you" he says quietly as he begins kissing my neck.

He's trying to be gentle with his touches. I believe that he does want me to enjoy this. He wants me to want this. Instead, all I feel is disgust as he kisses every revealing part of my skin while taking off my night gown.

"Enjoy this with my, my beautiful Queen" he please. Again, I'm emotionless. I can't concentrate on what he's doing. I feel absolutely nothing.

His movements become rougher as he gets agitated wiith me for not participating back. So he pushed me down roughly onto my back, and he gets up on top over me. "You will like this" he says deviously. He rubs himself against me for a bit, and before I knew it, he enters into me. I bite down onto my jaw as I feel the pain of him moving in and out of me. I close my eyes tightly to prevent the tears from streaming down my face. He bites down on my collar bone, my chest and neck as he continues. After what felt like forever, he finishes and plops himself over on the other side of the bed.

"You feel so amazing, my beautiful wife. I can tell, I am your first" he says proudly with a stupid grin on his face. Again I don't say anything. He kisses my lips tenderly, "I'm sorry you didn't enjoy this. I hope the next time you are a more willing participant." He puts his pants back on and leaves my room. I sit up against the headboard and pull my knees to my chest and bite my forearm so that my sob doesn't sound too loundly for anyone to hear. I cry myself to sleep that night.

For the next few weeks, the King makes it a habit to come into my room nightly, takes what he wants from me and leaves. Every night after he leaves I sit up in my bed, bring my knees to my chest, and sob quietly. This has become my life. Sad, worthless and pathetic.