The King's Slave (the untouchables 1).

Chapter 3

Duncan continued to remove his clothes and ignore the woman in his bed he put on pajamas, threw himself aside, and covered himself without paying attention.

"I'm talking to you," said the woman, sitting up. "Damn it! I'm talking to you!"

"What do you want me to say?" He said trying not to lose his patience. "Don't start, Sabrina. You knew that I would be with my brothers, that I would be busy and that I don't have time to attend to your stupidities and reproaches. "

He lay down again and turned his back on the woman he had been married to for more than ten years.

"Surely you were having sex with one of the many sluts you have!" She said, but when she saw that Duncan was unwilling to continue the fight, she stood up annoyed, walking away from the bed, but not before throwing a pillow at her husband, who sat upset at what was happening.

"What the hell is wrong with you, damn crazy woman!" He yelled, standing up. "I'm sick of you, damn the hour when I let myself be convinced to marry you."

He stood up and picked up his cell phone before passing her, but was stopped by her.

"How dare you! She screamed in fury. "Whether you like it or not, I am and will be your wife until the last of your days. Do not forget that you are a king because you are married to me."

"And don't forget that you are queen in name only, because who's in charge here is and will be me until the last of my days," he said, visibly upset. "Don't forget your place here."

"I'm not going to let you disrespect me," she said, facing Duncan who only smirked and tried to walk past her. "I will not allow anything to interfere with my journey through life."

"If you mean the heir, I remind you that we don't have one yet and your position as queen falters," he said visibly upset and knowing it hurt where it hurt the most. "I married you hoping that you could give me at least one child, but you couldn't even do that."

"I remind you that your position as king also hangs by a thread if there is no heir," Sabrina replied, trying to strike back.

"Don't forget that I never lose and that my brothers are in the succession," he said, simply pushing her aside and passing by so as not to listen to her reproaches.

In the hallway he heard his familiar shouts and curses; her insults and it was no less to hear all the windows breaking, surely destroying the room as always when her fits of hysteria subdued her.

He opened one of the rooms and stepped inside, dropping his body onto the bed with a frustrated huff.

He had married years ago to a woman he was not in love with to please his father, because he needed a wife to assume the crown on his father's deathbed and when his brothers were not an option for being so young. At that time it seemed viable, at least he liked the girl, she was cute and it seemed that they could get along. Now he was convinced that thirty days of dating did not let a person know and that getting married had been the worst of his mistakes.

Sabrina was by far a hateful woman, she knew it as soon as she set foot in the palace, where everyone felt inferior, so different from the previous queen's treatment. She was arrogant with everyone, including him and worse still began to want to control Duncan's life, every minute of his walk under the argument that he was young and she was therefore much more mature.

The suffocation came with the years, but the first disagreement was only because a week after getting married, Duncan knew that Sabrina was pregnant, which was a problem when he knew that the father was obviously not him, after that came mistrust and even more so when he learned about his various affairs. As time passed, the barely tolerance between the two came, especially when not only could they not conceive but when he realized that perhaps the problem was him.