Forbidden Lovers

A Married Woman

Evelyn walked to her room, the feel of Robert's lips still lingering on hers. And it was disgusting.

He was disgusting.

How could he even force a kiss on a woman, even if that woman happened to be his wife? It didn't change anything, it was clear as day she was disgusted by him so at least, after all this forced marriage thing that had ruined her whole life, he should've had the decency to keep his distance. But knowing this wasn't going to happen anytime soon made her stomach clench in disgust even more. Soon he'd want more and she'd never give him more. Never in her living breathing life, despite the consequences of it.

A startled small scream left her mouth when she closed the door of her room behind her back and saw a shadow figure in front of her, lighting up a candlestick and only then she realized who it really was.

"Arthmael?!" Her eyes widened on surprise. What was he doing in her room, what if someone else walked in instead of her? Not that it would happen, but he had to be more careful than this.

"You kissed him." In a second he was only some inches away from her, invading her personal space. His voice low but angry and sad and hurt altogether. "You kissed him right in front of me." He gritted his teeth together.

Evelyn gulped, but didn't let him know that he was intimidating. He was, but she was not about to look away no matter how strong and intense his gaze was. "He kissed me," she corrected him in a firm voice.

"The same damn thing!"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Kissing someone willfully and him forcing his lips on you isn't the same damn thing, Arthmael."

There was sudden guilt in his face when he realized what had really happened. "You didn't step away," he said in a lower voice.

"Yes, because his fingers were literally wrapped around my neck and he could choke me if he wanted to."

This time, it was anger that invaded his features. He grabbed her chin softly, their faces an inch away from each other that if she would just get on her tiptoes, she could meet her lips with his ones, and that was more than tempting.

"His scent is on your lips, Evelyn. I can't stand it, I can't stand seeing you with another man even if it is..." he trailed off. This was all so messed up and he didn't see a way out of it.

However, she made a step back stubbornly. "I don't understand you Arthmael, weren't you the one who told me to stay away from you?" Her eyes were on his the whole time she angrily spoke. "Weren't you the one to tell me not to touch you? Then why, why do you think you have a right to come here and act as a jealous lover, like I owe you anything?" She demanded, her hands and body shaking. "Why are you in my room, Arthmael?" Furiously, she shouted this time. "What do you want?!"

"You."

Words got stuck on her throat, goosebumps erupting all over her body as he only closed the distance between them.

His lips were now hovering above hers, his fingers around her chin once again as his thumb brushed her bottom lip painfully slow. And she closed her eyes at the sudden overwhelming feeling of him touching her like that. "You, little mate. Don't you understand that?" The mix of pain and need was so obvious in his voice. "I ache for you Evelyn, you have no idea how much."

"Then kiss me." Her voice was barely a whisper. A whisper of need and crave.

Hurt flashed behind his black eyes. "I can't."

Tears filled up her eyes but she held them back. Why did he have to be this damn noble, this honorable man that would put his word of loyalty above everything else? It made her only admire him more but in the same time it made her even more furious at him, too. Couldn't he choose her, just for once, couldn't he put her above everything else?

Arthmael's lips were still brushing hers despite his words though, but once again it was Evelyn who made a step back.

"Then leave and never come back," coldly, she said, holding on to the pride she had still left.

"Evelyn—"

"I'm a married woman, Sir Arthmael Knight, and your Queen for that matter, so if you don't follow my orders right now I'll ask the guards for help and everyone will find out you have sneaked inside your Queen's room late at night."

He ran his fingers on his long dark hair furiously. "Goddammit Evelyn, don't make this harder," he pleaded, breaking her heart in the process but her face didn't gave her away.

"Get out, Commander and let's forget this conversation ever happened."

                                        ***

Never once Evelyn was able to sleep that night, not when she couldn't stop thinking about what happened, not even for a second. And by Lord, the night had felt long.

What am I going to do? She kept repeating, sometimes even out loud, as if saying this over and over again would give her a solution. When in realty there was no solution, whatsoever. She was stuck in this whole big mess and she was sure, so was Arthmael. And he had it harder. Evelyn hated Robert with a burning passion.

But Arthmael loved him. She had no idea how someone was capable of loving Robert, but Arthmael was. And Evelyn now knew why; Robert had been his family when he had no one. He had taken Arthmael to his castle, made him part of his family, trained him, made him his son when he had no one to call parent anymore.

Evelyn could imagine how he felt; like he owed everything to Robert, which wasn't true because she was sure he had worked his entire life to earn the place he had in society today. Still, she knew how hard this all was for him to. Yet she was mad at him. And she had every right to be, he couldn't just come in her room and mess up with her head like that. If staying away from each other was what he wanted, then he had to work on that himself first. Because definitely, that wasn't what staying away was.

Her door opened with a loud bang and for a second Evelyn thought it was going to break.

"OUT! NOW!" King Robert growled to Annie who was just picking a gown for Evelyn to wear today and Annie did what she was told, not before giving Evelyn an apologizing look. It was almost like Annie knew what was going to happen.

Immediately, Evelyn wrapped her sating robe around her nightgown to hide her body, but by the way his eyes darkened a shade, she realized she had been too late.

"How can you enter my room like thi—"

"Who do you think you are, little elf Princess?" He demanded, approaching to her slowly and if he'd be shouting at her it would be less scarier than a voice this low that sent a shiver of fear down her spine. "You think that I married you for my own f*****g benefits and now you can do whatever the f**k you want around here?"

Evelyn did not have any idea what he was talking about, but she knew she was not about to break eye contact and show him any kind of fear. She was an elf, her magic could break him anytime she wanted, and even though she knew she couldn't do that, the thought reassured her a bit. "I don't know what you're talking about," she stated, her voice cold and sure and she was happy about it.

He gritted his teeth together angrily. "Oh, you don't? Then I can happily enlighten you: Who the hell gave you the authority to take decisions only I can?" His eyes only darkened, his voice becoming scarier. "Who the hell told you you could decide to give a Luna the lead of one of the strongest packs of my kingdom? MY OWN KINGDOM!" His hand connected with the stone wall hard and for a second she thought it might break.

Now it was crystal clear what he was talking about. "Didn't you want me to act as Luna?" She didn't blink, nor did she step back in fear. "Well, acting as Luna comes with making decisions and I was not about to let the men of your pack make the stupid decision they were thinking of making. Despite, you shouldn't leave your pack for days if you want to take the decisions yourself."

"Are you f*****g telling me what to do?" He growled this time, suddenly grabbing her long hair in his fist, tightly, making her wince in pain. "Just because I have been a gentleman and haven't touched you yet, little Princess, doesn't mean I will not." Pile rose up to her throat at his words but he kept going, his grip pulling her hair painfully. "Isn't it a dream come true? f*****g Evander's daughter until she passes out and I still won't stop." His voice was wicked, evil. And if until now she hadn't let fear show on her face, now it was impossible not to.

"I swear to God, Robert, you touch me I will—" But he didn't let her finish; grabbing on her hair even more forcefully, he smashed his lips to her once again, biting on them.

And this time, this time magic came of out her body, gripping his hand and in an instant, his hand was broken. With as much power as she could master, a slap came across his face, hard, her long elf-nails ripping on the skin of his face, leaving marks of blood there. Yet she wasn't satisfied.

Robert held his broken arm with his other hand, pain obvious in his face. "The bloody hell—"

"I said," she threatened, "you touch me, I will not hold back the next time, Robert!"

Malice appeared behind his scary black eyes as tried making another move but she made a step back. 

"If you make another step I'll scream and let everyone know you're forcing yourself on your wife. And believe me, your children will be the first to know."

At the mention of his children, he turned on his heels to know. "This isn't over, elf!" He threatened, and only after he left, Evelyn made some steps back, sitting down on the bed behind her. Furiously, she rubbed her lips with the back of her hands over and over again as if she wanted to remove the scent of his from her, tears flowing down her face unconsciously.

Some arms wrapped around her and she realized with a start it was Annie. And she was crying too. Maybe because she felt bad for Evelyn, still Evelyn wasn't sure about it. Annie looked hurt herself.

"It's alright, my Queen," Annie said reassuringly. "It's alright now, he's gone."