The Queen of Dawn

Chapter 16

Azora stopped running when she knew she was far away from the loud banquet, and closer to her chambers. She thought she was alone, but she soon heard the pounding footsteps of someone behind and turned to see her husband.

"Azora wait!"

He wobbled a little bit, but he wasnt drunk, just slightly tipsy.

As she reached for the steel doorknob to open her chambers, she felt Kalian place his hand on top of hers, stopping her from opening it anymore. Spinning around in shock, my gaze collided with the peircing emerald eyes of The King.

He stared at her face, reaching his hand towards her hair, and before she knew it, the white wig had fallen to the floor and he ran his fingers through her raven hair.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered, bis voice husky, his eyes dark.

Her breathing quickened, and she stepped back to find a solid wall.
He placed one arm around Azoras waist, and with the one on her jaw, pulling her face closer to his, and she began to close her eyes in anticipation of her long awaited kiss. But she suddenly stooped herself, placing her hands on his chest and carefully pushing him off.

"Please, my lord, your drunk you dont know what your- " She was interupted by his lips capturing hers in a hungry kiss. She responded, her arms moving from his chest to around his neck.

It was like a war was being waged inside of her. Azora had wanted this, she had waited so long for him to accept her, but she knew he would just leave her and go back to Madeline when he was done. She would always be his one true love.

His hands began to roam, up and down Azoras torso, all over her body, but he got to the neck line of her shoulderless dress, and she held my breath as he began to slowly pull it down.

He stopped before he pulled it down and revealed eveything, and he grabbed her leg, and pulled it up to his waist, and she did the same with my other leg, wrapping her arms around his neck.

This time there was no hesitation as he pushed open the door, and walked towards the bed, lips on lips, hot, sweaty bodies pressed against each other, as they finally reached the bed after what seemed like forever.

He placed Azora down on the soft sheets, and the rest of that night was a tangle of limbs, sheets, and drunken love making.
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A pounding headache was the alarm that woke Azora up, and she placed her hand on her head and winced as she sat up, the sheets slipping off her top half.

Azora realised she was naked when The King came in, buttoning up his shirt.
She pulled the sheets up quickly, her face heating up, and turning red.

He scowled and continued getting ready, as she hid under the blankets and sheets, awkward silence in the air.

It was soon broken by his smooth buttery voice.
"I enjoyed last night."
Azora furrowed my brows, confused.
A compliment?
That was very unlike the king, he was usually cold hearted and cruel.
Her heart began to soar, maybe he wouldnt leave me after all!

"But you see, it wasnt as good as the countless nights I spent with Madeline,  and at least shes produced a child. You, on the other hand, havent even fallen pregnant!"

Azoras heart fell. Her humiliation turned to anger. Anger turned to rage. Rage turned to shouting.

"How can you expect me to produce a child, when you made it very clear you didnt want to touch me, not even look at me, the first time we met. I will not be insulted in my own chambers!"
She gritted her teeth.
"They will not be yours for much longer." he growled.

"Get out, you hypocrite, get out! I never want to see you or your bastard children EVER again!" She emphasized the word bastard.
He grabbed his things and left the chambers, but he left with a message.

"See you in court then my queen. I expect those papers signed and done in three weeks!" He quipped before leaving, not risking a tongue lashing from Azora again.

She wept, and wept. Warm, salty tears rolling down her face, which turned pink and blotchy from crying.

A lady in waiting came in with a basin, washcloth and soap for Azora to wash her face, but she shook her head, asking the maid to draw up a bath instead.

She wanted to scrub everything of him off of her body. She wanted to get rid of him, but she couldnt let this divorce go through. It would be selfish if she did.

Their countries would go back to war, millions would die, all because her best friend decided to steal Azoras husband. Who knew that love could cause a war. She was quite the little 'Helen of Troy'.