In the Kings Bed

Chapter 11

Chapter 11
The Wars to Come

Lady Rebekah was due to marry an ally of the kingdom in a few short months, but Lady Caroline decided to take her under her wing anyway knowing that short time would be well deserved – Excerpt from Chapter 2

Klaus looked closely at the thick parchment paper that now carried the weight of the Kings seal.

It was done. His sister would soon marry the King of Scotland.

The success of this marriage would determine the remainder of his rule. He only hoped that his little sister would hold her tongue until they were wed. She had a long history of not listening to anyone. It started with her tutors and it has continued since then.

She was defiant, noncompliant and always caused a problem

A knock at the door caused Klaus to look up.

The guard at the door announced Lady Rebekah.

She walked towards him with a stern look on her face. She knew why she was here. Klaus was prepared for whatever she was about to give him.

"I won't marry him." She announced crossing her arms in an unladylike fashion. Her face was red with anger. She looked as if she was going to pass out from the high neckline in her gown.

"I am afraid that I have already signed the documents, little sister." Her noncompliance with this marriage would easily be her downfall.

"I don't even know this man. He could be almost dead for all I know."

"You are very fortunate, Rebekah. He is only seven years your senior." Klaus smiled at her in amusement. "Your vanity with age astounds me."

"Is that supposed to make me happy?"

"You're supposed to be grateful." He explained to her. "You are marrying a King."

"I would rather not marry at all." She shot back. "I don't even know him."

"Most people do not know their husbands. Stefan Salvatore is an honorable man. He will be arriving very soon. You better be on your best behavior." He scolded.

"You sound like father." She rolled her eyes

"I wouldn't have to sound like him if you would just behave yourself."

"I can't make any promises." She shrugged.

"Do not cross me." He warned. "You may be my sister, but you my dear have no idea how vital this marriage is to England. If you boycott this arrangement, you will end up somewhere less appealing than in the arms of a King."

"I can't make any promises." She said again.

"I'm not looking for promises." He said. "I want you to make him fall in love with you. I don't care how. Just do it."

"And if I won't?" She challenged.

"I'll be sure you never see the inside of these walls again." He promised.

And Klaus always kept his promises.

"The King of Scotland will be here in three days time." Esther explained to Tanya later that night. "Your execution is set for the day after his arrival."

"And you what do you want me to do exactly?"

"You're familiar with the younger brother, Damon Salvatore?"

Esther watched Tanya's face contort. She knew that she had hit a soft spot.

"I was his mistress." Her voice was hollow. "I haven't seen him in almost four years." She would have never thought she would hear his name again let alone get to see him. The thought of it caused butterflies to form in her stomach, but the memories of him were painful.