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Unforgivable nights, Part 4

Unforgivable nights, Part 4

1.

Rumors of the Duke's womanizing ways spread like wildfire through the palace walls. Sharp Moustache couldn't resist asking about it, and Mer-Mer, the old cat, had no problem indulging his curiosity.

"Sharp Moustache," said Mer-Mer with a sly grin, "the Duke was not satisfied with just one queen in his bed. He had more than two at once."

Sharp Moustache's eyes widened in shock. "But what about the king? Was he aware?"

Mer-Mer's expression turned dark as he spoke of the King's behaviors. "The King would often wiggle his ass like a female and neglect his duties. The Queen grew tired of being ignored and found comfort in the arms of...the Duke."

"And what did this Duke look like?" Sharp Moustache probed further.

Mer-Mer thought for a moment before answering, "He was pompous and arrogant, strutting around like a turkey. And he showed no respect for commoners like myself, even going as far as to physically punish me for making eye contact."

"But you managed to gain Cardinal Richelieu's favor?" Sharp Moustache questioned skeptically.

Mer-Mer paused before admitting, "I was actually a double agent. I played both sides for my own gain."

"Both sides? But why for the Cardinal?" Sharp Moustache pressed on.

"For money and promises of honors," Mer-Mer confessed. "And the Queen promised me...things as well."

At the mention of the Queen, Mer-Mer's mind drifted back to their  encounter in her chambers after the ball. She had been lying seductively on her bed, purring softly as she beckoned him closer.

"Your Majesty," Mer-Mer had bowed deeply, feeling his heart race at her presence.

"Enough with formalities," she had purred, patting the bed beside her. "Come here."

Mer-mer approached reluctantly.

"Are you not furious with me?" implored the Queen, her voice barely above a whisper. "Aren't we still... friends?"Her words pierced through me like a dagger, for I knew at that moment that I had lost her forever.

"No, Your Majesty," I replied, struggling to keep my voice steady. "I'm not angry... After all, I'm just a humble servant in the kitchen. What interest could the Queen of France possibly have in a mere servant like me..."

"Oh, Mer-mer, I beg you... I never intended to wound you... But I couldn't help it... I've fallen in love... I love the Duke..."

"Of course, Your Majesty..." I said, my voice betraying the storm within. "What matters most is your happiness..."Yet, deep within my chest, a chasm had opened, a gaping wound that would fester and ache, refusing to heal anytime soon.

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2.

"You must meet the Duke tonight at midnight in the garden and bring him to my chambers through the secret kitchen door," she whispered in his ear, promising more rewards for his services.

Mer-Mer couldn't hide his displeasure at the thought of spending time with the arrogant Duke. But the Queen sensed it and pulled him closer, showering him with even more kisses and affection.

Mer-Mer's heart ached as he thought back on that fateful night, the night that forever changed the course of his life and sealed his tragic fate. As much as he tried to resist, he could not help but fall hopelessly in love even deeper with the beautiful, passionate Queen.

Night after night, he would secretly escort the Duke to her chambers, all the while yearning to take the nobleman's place in her bed. He lived for those fleeting moments in her presence - the soft brush of her fur against his as he bowed, the intoxicating scent of her perfume, the smoldering looks she would give him when no one else was watching.