The Queen's Biggest Mistake

Prologue

This section is written in third person POV but the rest is in first person POV  

Prologue

McAkiro Morgan was sitting on the end of a long table, waiting for the traitor to negotiate with him in this meeting room. He smirked. Traitor.

Who thought that a traitor could have a face of an angel with red wavy hair and flaming blue eyes? Who thought that a traitor could have the warmest smile and the most magical laughter?

(Your highness, Queen Callisha Safronov is already upstairs.) His secretary's voice drifted from the ear piece on his ear.

"Papuntahin mo agad dito sa meeting room." He replied. His heart was traitorously beating rapidly inside his chest. His palms felt sweaty. And his mind was thinking of vengeance. Revenge. Payback.

How dare her go to him after what she had done! How dare her ask for his help after she betrayed him! How dare her show herself to him just now after he longed for her every minute of every day!

A knock on the door made McAkiro turned away from his thoughts. He breathed deeply. This was it. No turning back.

"Come in."

Like in every movie, the door slowly opened dramatically, revealing the traitor—Queen Callisha Safronov.

He took a sharp breath at the sight of her. The blue eyes that looked at him with so much warmth and love before, were staring daggers at him. And her lips—those soft lips—were so silent, very strange because those lips were so noisy when they were moving against his.

And his favorite part of her—the queen's red hair that he once combed between his fingers, were worn in a conservative bun, revealing the delicious curve of her neck. He imagined himself kissing her neck, licking and nibbling—

"I want to talk to the king." She announced, revealing none of her thoughts in her expression. She was surrounded with five body guards, as if Prince McAkiro would attack her given the opportunity. Huh! As if I will want to lay a finger on you! 

"And so?" McAkiro said teasingly.

"And so you will leave and ask him to come down and talk to me." Still as bossy as ever.

"Well sorry to say this your highness, but you're in no position to command me." He playfully swung his feet. Take note, he was still sitting on the table. "You're here to ask for a favor? Fire away."

"But I don't want to talk to y—"

"I don't care what you want. In this place, I'm the boss."

The queen was silent for a moment. He could see the plans and ideas rolling inside her pretty brain. At last, she went inside and sat on the chair at the other end of the long table. Her body guards surrounded her.

"Five bodyguards huh? The Morgan could keep you safe. Parang wala kang tiwala." Panunukso niya.

"Oh really?" One of her eyebrows rose. Pretty pretty eye brows. "As far as my memory is concerned, Prince McAkiro Morgan, you didn't keep me safe. Unless your definition of keeping me safe is throwing my unconscious self in a lake." She said in a cold, flat, harsh voice.

McAkiro Morgan laughed, a bitter and angry laughter. His emotion was rising inside of him. "You're really smart, Queen Callisha, the royal of techniques and strategies. Now you're turning the tables. Making others believe that I betrayed you when you are the one who betrayed me in the first place."

"Don't you dare spit lies to me now." The queen of Safronov Palace laid her elbow on the table. She put her chin on her fisted palm. Her tone was calm, but her words harsh. "You planned to kill me. And I bet you're angry because your plan failed. No doubt all your plans always fail. Simply because you do not have the brain. How low is your IQ? Negative 100?"