The Seventh Queen

The Seventh Queen

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"I have spoken my mind and I don't regret it, not even a word" said the seventh queen of Scharzad, the maid bows to her and makes arrangements for dinner in the empty hut with nothing but a cot, a few candles and vessels. Sheena the maid thinks to herself she should have kept quite but then she is a queen how could modesty and royal blood go hand in hand. She goes out into the jungle in search of food. The queen rested on the cot and kept thinking of what had happened a few days ago. The voice of the king echoing in her mind. "Who owns your life?" asked the king to all of his beloved wives and all but one had a different answer. The first six wives said that the king owns their life, but not Zaira, the seventh wife. "I own my life, the Lord has given me this life and he is only the one who can take it back". On listening to this the king's blood boiled in anger."How dare you speak like this to me, I am the king, I can take your life right now and no one's going to question me. But I will not do so, i'll make your life hell, I banish you from my kingdom. Begone! I don't want to see your face anymore". She is banished into the dark forest. She stays there with the maid. One day the king sends her a gift, which she wasn't interested in at first but later she can't let go of it...
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"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?

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