The Rejected Queen

Sylvia at the age of eighteen stood in front of the priest and the whole kingdom with her soon-to-be husband Vernon who was thirty-two, the King. Their two kingdoms would become one today. As they stood there, their contrasts were way too much, she had white hair and sky-blue eyes. He with dark hair and powerful dark eyes that could suck you into a void, Sylvia shivered a bit at the way he looked at her. He looked as if he was undressing her in his head, now they were crowned and sat on the throne chairs. They had feasts the whole day, after the day finished Sylvia got dressed in her unmentionables for the night. She put on her nightgown and her heart was beating fast by her bed chambers. “The king arrives.” Sylvia took a deep breath and Vernon came in, her breath caught, he was carved by the heaves, from his face to his body. He sat down, and her heart was pounding so fast, “Evening your Majesty.” He picked a glass and he held it out for her to pour some alcohol, she was shaking a bit as she carried the pitcher and poured him some. Sylvia poured herself some and took a sip but Vernon had already chugged it down, he motioned for her to pour him some more, which she did. He chugged it down once more, “You are my Queen.” Sylvia loved hearing him saying that, he was staking his claim, “Yes, My King.” “You are my Queen but I’m not your King.” Sylvia was confused, “I do not understand my King?” “Of course, you don’t, it would be hard educating you.” “You do not know me that way.” “I do, it’s simple to read such a young mind.” “That is not true, it just makes one ignorant.” Sylvia was shocked when Vernon’s hand wrapped around her neck, “WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO?” His hand was squeezing and it was painful, “Forgive me, Sire.” “Don’t back down now Sylvia.” “I did not mean no harm.” “Then what did you mean?” “Simply that one should not make assumptions.” His hand squeezed tighter which made her all the more struggle to breathe.” “You don’t ever, ever try to match up to me, I won’t stand for it.” “Yes…….your………….Majesty.” “I will make your life a living hell if you try that again.” He let go of her neck as he pushed her back, Sylvia was now frightened and wanted to touch her neck but thought better of it. Now she sat there quietly and poured him some wine, she was afraid to say something wrong. Sylvia sighed inwards, so it was all an act today, her dreams of having a wonderful marriage were thrown out the window. She felt his hand go beneath her chin and he tilted her face upright as she tried not to tremble, “Why are you so quiet?” She jumped to respond fast, “I enjoy watching you drink your Majesty.” He chuckled and let go. Sylvia was drinking way more slowly, when drunk she was way too bold and did not fear much. She started when Vernon took her wrist and he pulled her up, he threw her on the bed, and she began to panic. This was not how she wanted her first time to go, this was something that she wanted to be special, most of all to mean something. Vernon climbed on top of her, her eyes widened when he took off his shirt. Early access to chapters: www.patreon.com/taniashava :)