The Kings Sibyl

Chapter four

"Ma'am!" Allison yelled as she came through the bedroom door. "I'm so glad you're okay. Thank you, thank you for saving our village." It was the first time Allison had been able to visit me since our arrival.
"No need to thank me.. You should despise me for getting you into this mess in the first place."
"Never. I am beyond grateful. You should be happy we're here as well, they tell me you're a very treasured gift, to be treated as a queen." Allison sighed, and I could see the longing in her eyes.
Before any response could be given, a sharp knock sounded at the door, followed by a stream of men and the things I had left behind.
"Ms. Allison, your things have been brought to a room on the east side of the palace per orders." The large man turned to me, and bowed. His nose touching the hardwood floor, "my lady, I hope everything is to your liking. The King sent our most appreciated dress maker out to acquire the most beautiful garments available for you. Your things are all here, your tools went untouched as instructed."
With a snicker I began going through the pile of things on the floor.
"You may leave." I hissed.
The man looked up at me in fear. "I am afraid not. His highness has ordered me to help you place the things."
"I assure you I am quite capable of doing so myself." I grumbled as I began organizing the clothes in the large walk in closet.
"I will be right outside your door, my name is Levi. If you need anything, anything at all-"
"I need to be alone."
"O-okay. His highness has requested your presence at dinner. You must wear an appropriate dress, the entire kingdom will be there."
As the door shut I turned to Allison and rolled my eyes. "His royal pain in the ass has requested you for dinner. Blah blah blah." I mocked in a high pitched voice. Allison hid her laugh behind her hand.
"Now, my dear friend, what ever shall we do with all these things?"
"How about I help you put your things away, and get ready for dinner? We can talk about what's been happening lately."
"Or, I can help you put your things away right after and we can skip dinner." I snapped my fingers, it was the best idea I'd ever had.
"I don't have much to put away, I don't require help."
I grumbled and began going through the endless clothes. I separated the garments into two piles humming a tune as Allison began organizing my books on a shelf. It wasn't long before I was done, and with a flick of my fingers the first stack of clothes floated into the air and began putting itself away while the second stack was getting folded.
"I always loved to watch you do that." Allison laughed. I smiled, my first true smile in a long time and flicked my fingers again. The hairbrush found its way out of the box and began brushing Alison's beautiful blonde hair. She giggled, crossing her legs as she sat on the ground.
I flicked my wrist, and everything began to put itself away, finding the most perfect spot without instruction.
A knock on the door halted our fun as everything left in the air fell to the ground creating an even bigger mess than before.
"So this is what women do when told to put their things away." Goliath sneered as he glanced around distastefully. "I heard your giggling and slamming of drawers from my office and thought I should see if you were okay. I see now that is not necessary."
"Glad you're here. Have someone come up and grab the pile of clothes on my bed." I ordered as I turned from the beast and bent over to pick up the hairbrush. The deep growl was my only warning before I was thrown against the wall, a large, terrifying man pinned against me.
"Leave us." He ordered. His deep voice sending chills down my spine.
"B-but ma'am-"
"Go, Allison. I'll be fine."
The door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before a pair of large, calloused hands gripped my bare thighs and hauled me up to eye level. It took everything in me not to moan at the tingles that shot up and down my body.
"Why, in the gods' name, are you not wearing any pants?"
"Why should I? I'm in my own room, and I'm quite comfortable."
"Do you not realize what effort it has taken me to stay away from you this last week?"
"I hadn't noticed." I sneered.
"You test my patience, little one." His glare turned into a foreign expression. An almost, adoring look.
"Don't call me that." I snapped. I hated nothing more, than being called little.
"Why? It's true. You're very little. So little, in fact, that I could crush you with one hand." He laughed, mocking me.
The anger building up inside my body exploded outwards sending the beast flying into the wall on the other side of the room. "Don't mock me, Goliath."
"What an interesting name." He stood, dusting off his clothes. "No ones ever called me that before, I rather like it."
I rolled my eyes before flicking my wrist and ordering my things to be put away once more. I did slightly enjoy the look of shock covering his face. Okay, maybe more than slightly.