The Queen: Love's Death || ✔️

Chapter 32: Princess' Nightmare

Hera

"Have my children, Hera, we have to make babies tonight." Bryson whispered huskily on top of me as he made sweet love to me.

I wrapped my now revived legs around his waist and trailed my fingers through his curls, allowing him to deepen his kiss on my lips.

"I want to have your child, yes." I agreed wholeheartedly and then moaned from the bliss.

At first it was painful because I was only a virgin, but once I had gotten used to it, I couldn't stop. We made love in Berlin, Paris, Venice, Moscow and now we were in Seychelles, having the time of our lives.

"So tight." Bryson hissed and then I groaned as I felt his entire length deepen inside of me. When I first saw it, I almost fainted.

"Too big." I mumbled but Bryson stopped me by smashing his lips against mine possessively.

After a few hours, and a few rounds, we kissed each other to sleep. I felt warmer and safer in his arms.

"What are you thinking about?" Bryson asked me while playing with my curly hair.

Bryson managed to convince me to keep it in its natural form of curly and untamed instead of long and straight, and I actually liked it.

I looked away from his gaze and looked at the lovely view of the beach on my left. I heard Bryson chuckle but I didn't want to let him see what his question had done to me. My face was hot red and my mouth was dry.

"Thinking about last night?" Bryson asked cheekily. "And all the other nights before that?"

"No." I blurted. "Just thinking about how pretty this beach looks."

"Well I'll be damned because the last time I checked, or according to my knowledge, my woman, Hera Antoinette Pamela Genaro, doesn't like the beach. She's an indoors person." Bryson said accusingly.

"I am an indoors person, but that doesn't mean I don't like the beach." I defended myself.

"Really? Wanna test that? Let's go to the beach then." He suggested just to corner me but I was smarter than that.

"But I don't have a swimsuit though, remember?"

"You're speaking as though we actually wear clothes majority of the time. And honestly speaking, the best outfit you can wear is your birthday suit."

"Stop!" I screamed shyly while trying to get up from the hammock we were on but Bryson had already gripped his arms around my waist and was now placing kisses on my neck, shoulder and cheek.

"You know I don't like it when you try to get away from me. I love you being by me. You are with me. What happens if I lose you? I'll die." Bryson complained and I giggled.

"Is that why you accompany me to the toilet everytime?" I asked slyly.

"Well honestly, I'm just hoping that you're going to the toilet to vomit your guts out." He admitted and I winced.

"Why?!" I asked in shock and disgust.

"That way I'll know that my seeds have spawned. I'm serious, Hera, I want to have a child with you." Bryson sounded so serious and intense, it had me thinking about how badly he wanted a child. And he was right.

We were already married and we had already had our first wedding night. It had been two months since we left our families behind and started our own love story touring the world. I also wanted a child, but I just couldn't think about one when all that was going on through my head was my family and if they were safe. I didn't even wake up nicely this morning.

"NO!" I jumped up, waking Bryson up and startling him a bit. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and the tears from my eyes as I tried to decipher what my nightmare was all about.

"Baby. Did you have a nightmare?" Bryson asked me as he pulled me into his arms and rubbed my bare back. I nodded my head against his bare chest and he held on tighter, making me happier in his arms. "Tell me about your nightmare."

I couldn't. For some reason, the more I thought about the nightmare, the more my heart went dark. I couldn't even begin to think about it so how I could be able to tell him about it. I just couldn't.

"Ready to tell me about your nightmare yet?" Bryson broke me out of my thoughts and I turned around so that our chests were facing each other. I nodded my head.

"There were two angels. The most radiant and breathtaking angels known to the heavens with the largest of wings and the whitest of hair. They were flying around each other playfully and singing lovely tunes to each other and they were absolutely blissful. Suddenly, there were two gun shots fired and the two angels were shot down. They died in each others' blood. It was red everywhere. And that's how it ended."

"What do you think it means?"

"I'm not so sure but I guess that it symbolises my parents. They died together. Then again, I don't know how my family is back home. You said it yourself, your mother has a few screws loose."

"Yeah... that lady used to slit her own wrist and drink her blood when I was still young. I'm scared for poor Damien, he's terrified of her."

"Let's go back." I suggested, while trying to get up to go get myself some water but Bryson held me back and grunted.

"We're not going back there, Hera. We're safer here. We're happier here. We're in love here."

"That can still happen there. I want to see my family. I want to see my brothers and sister, their kids, my grandmother, my aunts, cousins, uncles and even aunt Estelle. I want to meet your mother..."

"... and die before we have a child? Never! Over my dead body!" Bryson yelled and I tried to pull away again but his grip was way too tight.

"Bryson... you're hurting me..." I mumbled while trying to pry his arms off of me and it worked because he instantly let me go. I got off the hammock and looked at him sadly with my arms around my waist.

"Why don't you want to go back? Are you trying to hide something from me?" I asked accusingly.

"No... it's just..." I could see that Bryson was trying to hide something, but I was his wife. He couldn't lie to me.

"... tell it to me straight or else I'll be forced to take some very drastic action." I warned him and he dropped his head.

Something in his sad face, his dropped curls, pale face, closed eyes, trembling hands, pursed lips and deathly façade made me scared.

"Damien told me two weeks ago but I didn't know how to tell you that..."

"... sorry to disturb." A maid disturbed Bryson as he was about to tell me and we both looked at her. "You have visitors. Two people claiming to know you."

"Ok, thank you." I smiled at her and she disappeared. "To be continued." I threatened Bryson with a smile on my face and winked.

I began to walk to the front door with Bryson behind me and, Bryson being Bryson, trailed his arm around my waist and held onto me tightly.

I looked up from Bryson to the two people in front of me and my heart skipped a beat.

My pulse raised faster than a cheetah as my brain refused to believe the lies my eyes were showing it. My eyes were deceiving me, I was sure of it. I closed my eyes and opened them again. They were still there. Holding each others' hands and looking into my eyes.

It was them.

"Hera." He said my name and I fell apart in Bryson's arms.