My King

Chapter 30 - My heart bleeds.

Chapter 30 – My heart bleeds.

King Luka Black

"So, about that apology" Marcys says, arching a brow at me, an amused smirk on his handsome face.

I clear my throat, preparing myself for the apology, that might not work.

"Marcys, from the bottom of my heart, I am truly sorry for what I said. It was stupid and idiotic, and there is no excuse. All I can say is that I'm terribly sorry and regret it immensely. I hope you forgive me over time, but I understand if it has to come over time. I will wait as long as you wish. I love you so fucking much, and the last thing I wanted was to hurt you" I end my apology, deeply hoping it's enough to make him forgive me.

He seems to overthink my words, as he scratches his chin with a far-away look in his orbs. I wait patiently, but inside I'm fucking tripping in anxiety.

"Alright" He says briefly, staring me down with an unreadable expression. "I forgive you for your stupidity" He manages to throw in an insult in his forgiveness. Typical Marcys.

I smile happily and seal the deal with a clash of our lips and tongues. Marcys easily submits and allow me to explore his mouth, a moan getting stuck in his throat. A fire ignites between us, as I take a firm hold on his hips, crashing his body against my own. My mate suck in puffs of air, when I pull away from his tempting lips, his eyes closed for a while before opening to reveal his grey diamonds I love. I gaze at him lovingly, his cheeks cutely rosy and his lips swollen.

I wish to devour him, taste every inch of his skin, and leave my claim everywhere on his body and his soul.

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I try being patient with my mate, as he tries to make up his mind regarding his brother. He has been pacing in our chamber for almost half a day, and I feel completely lost in all this. I don't know how to help him. I've tried showing him my support and understanding for his situation, and I've tried voicing my concerns and my sympathy, but every time I open my mouth, all I get back is a snarl or a growl.

I'm beginning to realize that Marcys isn't good under pressure.

At some point I had to admit defeat and give him the space he seemed to want and need. I was concerned about leaving him to his own thoughts, in case he needed my opinion or just some comfort. I wanted to be right there with him, to grant him anything he wishes, but when he chose to make me the villain in all this, I decided it would be better to walk away, while I still had my limbs intact.

I went to the stocked kitchen, knowing the maids had filled every cabinet with all kinds of food. They always stock up the kitchen Sunday afternoon. Two maids were already cooking up dinner, and I as always complimented their cooking, and greeted them with a smile and a firm nod.

"What are you cooking for us today?" I ask the giddy woman, glancing at me with red cheeks. The youngest giggle a little at my question, ducking her head to the kitchen counter, when I looked in her direction. I tip toe to look at the food that are frying on the pans. It smells delicious, as always.

Sylvia, the oldest woman and the maid that's been with us the longest so far, smile at me, and tells me what she always does, whenever I ask. "That's a surprise my dear King" She teases me, with a small smirk curved on her lips, a glint in her eyes. She knows I hate when she uses my title, and always tease me with the formality.

Sylvia basically raised me, when she was a younger maid back when I was a pup. She was always the kindest maid to me, and while the others scolded me when I did something childish like scooting down the staircase, Sylvia just laughed and teased me, calling me, a dumb reckless prince. Even though she had so much to do, she always made time to play with me, and take me on walks around the castle, while explaining every statue and momentum.

I wasn't allowed to leave the grounds on my own, and I wasn't a fan of the guards I had, who followed me everywhere, so she would follow me around the grounds, instead of the guards. The guards were always grumpy and emotionless, while Sylvia was bubbly and happy. They were practically stony statues, and back then they honestly made me feel uncomfortable.

Sylvia and my parents knew that, but my father just scolded me, saying I should grow some balls, and pretend they didn't exist. My mother said it was all for my safety, because I was their precious prince. I was the future King after all, and I couldn't be left unprotected and couldn't show any discomfort towards anyone, especially my own guards. My mother was quite understanding when it came to things like that, and whenever she had time, she would spend it with me. She would always let me pick what we did together, but my mother, as loving and attentive as she was, was also a Queen. She had a lot of responsibilities and a King to love and please.

Sylvia was like a second mother to me. She had a lot to do around here, I mean she did clean the entire castle, and attended to the well-being of the other maids and the royal family. I guess you could call her the head maid of the castle. But even then, she prioritized me more than my own mother. No matter how busy she was, she somehow always found time for me, and all the crazy ideas I had. I was a very adventurous pup and wanted to explore and experience everything the world had to offer, which led me to a lot of trouble.

Too much trouble - If you ask my mother.

"So how have you been Sylvia, feels like an eternity since I've seen you"

"Good, my King, just the usual you know" She answer with a small shrug off her shoulders. "How is King life treating you Luka?"

"Hard, but otherwise fine" I tell her. "Need some help?" I offer, gesturing to the food stirring on the stove.

"No, no, a King have no place in a kitchen"

A smirk curve on my lips, as I tease her. "You should know by now, a King can do whatever he pleases" She cracks a laugh at my words, shaking her head side to side.

"Whatever you say, your highness" She teases right back, a warm smile on her lips.

"But back to serious business. Shoo from my kitchen so I can work, my King" She says, shooing me out and waving a dish cloth in my direction.

I chuckle and take my leave from the kitchen to go check on my mate, and make sure he hasn't created a hole in our floor. I leave with a wave to Sylvia and a kind smile, which she returns with giddiness. As I open the door to our chamber, I'm met with my mate sitting on the edge of our bed, his head in his hands. The frustration is practically rolling of him, and I sigh deeply, concern corrupting my heart at the sight. I wish so deeply I could take away all his concerns.

His head raises from their position in his hands, to look at me, a worried expression on his face. Furrowed eyebrows and a frown marring his handsome face, making myself frown in worry. He clears his throat and look me dead in the eye.

"I want to see my brother" He states seriously, his voice steady and firm.

I nod slowly, processing his statement, before voicing my thoughts. "Alright, we can head down there right now if you want?"

"Okay"  

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