The Princess's Affair

Chapter Thirty-One

*Jacob*

I sat next to her and she looked at me. She smiled and exhaled in relief.
"I'm glad you are here." She said. Hearing her voice bought joy to my heart.
"I am too." I bend down and kissed her cheek. As many times I wanted to cry, I didn't want her to feel sorry for me.

"What happen?" I asked. Her eyes told the whole story but words didn't escape her lips.
"Its not worth mentioning...never." She began crying slowly. She covered her face and notice hand print bruises across her brown skin. Manly hands.

I pulled her into my chest as she continuously cried. I felt rage and anger deep in my chest just wanting to release it.
"He did this to you, didn't he?" I whispered in her hair. She didn't speak, only nod. I pulled her face to look at me and there was scars and small bruises on her shoulder and neck.

"He gave you the pleasure of pain."
"A deep feeling that was never felt before. Please, I beg you, don't tell my father. He will be very furious."
"I don't think he is the only one." I kissed her daughterd held her again into my arms. I could feel her stomach move a little, my strong child has protected her.

I laid her back onto the bed and covered her with her soft silk sheets. She began to close her eyes and falling asleep. I came the ground and folded my hands in prayer. I had a prayer in my head but my body was wanting to release the anger I felt, the pain she felt and the carriage of my child.

The door opened then Jonathan and Michael enter. Just watching the devil walk in was boiling my blood.
"How is she?" Jonathan asked walking over to her bed.
"She is resting now." I wanted to mention the scars and bruises but it wasn't the right time. I looked back at Michael and just stared angrily.

"Michael, I would like to speak with you."
"Not now, Jacob. I need to be with my wife."
"This is important."
"I said NO! I am Your King! And I gave you a response!"
"I don't give a damn who you are, King or no King, I NEED TO SPEAK WITH YOU ABOUT YOUR WIFE!"

We stood face to face with Jonathan sitting on her bed watching us.
"Gentlemen, I would like to be alone with my daughter. Leave us." Jonathan asked. I walked out the room and caught my breath. I never raised my voice to a King before, well that man is no King.

Michael walked out the room and looked at me.
"What is that matter about my wife?"
"I saw the scars and bruises you left on her. Only a man with strength like that could mark beauty. I swear, with God as my witness, you hurt her again..."
"You'll what? Kill me? Torture me? You can't imagine the number of times I have heard that from men like you. You see last night, Amelia and I had a little fun. She told me she likes it rough, real rough."

"You listen to me, you fuck up of a King, Amelia is not some play thing like all the other ladies you have fucked. She is a woman with many talents and a blessing to this kingdom. And I'm not gonna let some animal go around screwing just to get to the throne."
"You know, my mother was right. You would do anything to get what you want."
"Unlike you with the maids."
"So that's what this is all about. You want the kingdom for yourself."
"All I want is for my Queen to be well and for the next heir to be healthy then soon ready to run this kingdom."

I walked away from him and her room to calm my mind. Many things came to my mind about these affairs in the castle. Things in the dark needed to come to the light. Now.

I walked back to my room and shut my door quickly. I panted in fear and nervous but why? This man was a raging monster only screwing around to get what he wanted. How come I didn't see in the beginning?

"That was quite the conversation you had with my son." Lady Isabelle? Here? In my room? She was in my bed covering her body with the red satin sheets.
"What are you doing in my room?"
"I came to give you pleasure."
"You need to leave." I walked over to her and looked in her blue eyes." She came to my face and tried to kiss me.

"Oh Jacob, I know you still want me."
"You took me against my own will. You forced yourself on me!"
"Oh, I don't remember it that way."
"Do I need to show you proof?"
"Please show me more than that." She reached for my pants but I stopped her.

"You need to leave now. And never, never come back. Also tell that son of yours to keep his dick in his pants."

I exit the room then just collapsed on the door. I could feel tears forming in my eyes, I don't even remember the last I cried. Amelia meant the world the me, she is unlike any girl I have ever met. She was the first thing on my mind and last, I didn't care that her skin was different from mine, she was beautiful in every way.

I covered my face and began to cry. I have to end this now, but how? I want to be able to see my child, I want to wake up with Amelia sleeping next to me, I want her to be my eternity, mine alone no other man. I'm in deep and utter love with the Queen.