Dragon's Sorceress Queen

35. Sudden Turn of Events

Rosabelle's POV-

I can hear the footsteps approaching me loud and clear. I swallow trying to breathe slowly as one does when asleep. My heart is hammering against my chest but I'm asleep.

Yes, I'm asleep.

I stay still with my eyes closed hoping whosoever it is will turn back seeing my back. At the back of my mind, I know who it is and I know he won't turn his back and go.

I feel the mattress beside me dip and someone sits in front of me.

"I know you are awake. Your heart is about to jump out of your chest." Dargan says.

I open my eyes seeing no reason to pretend.

"I wonder what makes me feel like that." I mock.

"The upcoming intimacy." He answers for me.

"You might as well go and sleep. I'm tired and I wish to sleep."

"You can. As much as you want but not before I'm done with you." He says before standing up and removing his long coat and upper cloth.

I train my eyes on his face but dammit! I have seen his chest for the first time and I like it.

"I don't want to do it, Dargan."

"And you think I do? I was to decide your punishment and here I'm. Ready to pleasure you." He says rudely.

"We don't have to do this." I say trying to forget about his displeasure with the situation.

"This would have happened one day or the other. We'll do it tonight. And that's the end of this conversation." He says before suddenly jumping over me.

"We can lie."

"You can. I cannot." He says untying the knot behind my neck.

"Dargan, why are you doing this?" I hold his hand and stop it just before it could drag down my nightwear.

"I know you won't ever hurt me. I know you won't do anything that will hurt me. And this... this will hurt me."

"Do you know me well, Rosabelle?"

I hold his gaze before replying, "Yes."

"No, you don't. If you did, you'd know I don't care about anyone as long as it gets my work done." He says jerking the fabric off my skin.

"Dargan!"

His hand holds mine and the other starts kneading my bare breast making me gaps for breath.

He is angry. I know he is.

"Dargan, leave me. I don't want this. Are you doing this just because your mother—"

His bites my neck and kneads my breast harder and rougher. I arch my back cursing myself for loving this, for wanting more of this. His fingers suddenly brush my n****e and I bite my lips to keep the moan at bay.

Goddess!

He brings his legs between mine and I fold my knees instinctively. He bites me on my chest and drags the fabric further down by his teeth.

"Dar— ah!" I moan when he takes the n****e in his mouth and suck at it. I draw in my breath, parting my lips and look down at the beautiful sight.

Dargan's one hand is kneading my breast and he is sucking the other one furiously.

I admire the view until my senses kick back and all the elation leaves my body.

"Stop it!" I yell and his head snaps to me.

"Leave me. I don't want this and I'm not going to go through this just because your mother expects you to take out her orders." I say before wiggling my hands to break them free while looking into his hard eyes.

"Don't make me force myself upon you. It won't be pleasant." He says inches away from my lips.

"I said, leave me." I raise my chin to show my determination.

Dargan suddenly pulls away but flips me on my stomach before pulling my hips to his. My bottom meets his crotch and the quickness of it makes me gasp. Panick rises in my heart as I am bent with my nightwear dropped on the bed freely.

"Darg—"

"I already warned you, Rosabelle." He holds the back of my neck with one hand while the other comes around to grab my breast again.

"You are not going to like this." He says before lifting the fabric up my thighs and pulling the strings of my underwear open.

"Dargan, no. Dargan, stop." He presses my head deep into the mattress to muffle my voice. I throw my hands around in the air, trying to reach him; stop him.

I soon feel his cloth clad organ against my bare bottom and my heart starts constricting in panic and fear.

No, please don't do this, Dargan.

My body shakes as I sob into the mattress out of fear and helplessness while grabbing his thighs to stop him.

His hand around my neck tightens and the other touches my bare bottom making me break more and more with fear and humiliation.

He thrusts a little into me before I hear the strings of his pants loosen. He grabs my ass tight as I cry and cry.

Is this really happening? Why? Dargan, don't do this to me, please; don't do this to me. I don't want it; not like this. I don't want it, leave me. Leave me, please.

I stop chanting in my head when I realize he isn't doing anything to me. I'm still against his cloth-cladded crotch before he suddenly grunts and gets off the bed.

I hear the smashing of the things placed on table along with his growls.

He didn't do it. I knew he wouldn't force himself on me. Anything but that, or at least I somewhere hoped. True to his words, I still do not know him well.

Pulling myself together, I reach underneath myself and grab the fabric of my dress before turning around to look at him. His pants hang so low at his hips now that I can see the perfect 'V' down there.

Dargan's eyes instantly find mine and in two long strides he is hovering over me again.

"Didn't I tell you not to make me force myself upon you?" He says through clenched teeth and grabs my jaw, "Answer me. Why did you cry? Am I not your husband? Aren't you supposed to do this to me? Aren't you supposed to wait for me in the bed to take you howsoever I like?"

I wish I could slap you, and hard. But not now, not when I know I'll be the victim of your monstrous ways.

"Agh!" Dargan pushes my head away before reaching for the jar of wine on the bed side table. He quickly pours for himself and gulps it down in two sips.

"You," He points the cup in my direction, "You are making it hard for me. Just get it done with!" He says in frustration before gulping down another cup and throwing it away.

I lower my head, wishing all this will be over soon and he'd eventually leave my chamber in anger.

"Stop crying, Rosabelle!" I flinch at his tone. He climbs the bed again, kneels and leans closer.

"Stop crying. It'll only be harder."

"You won't be able do it. You wouldn't do it, Dargan; you wouldn't hurt me." I say through teary eyes while looking at him.

Tell me you won't, Dargan.

"Rosa—" Dargan suddenly clutches his throat. I furrow my eyes before he coughs and falls on the elbow of his other hand.

"What— what was— in the drink?" He speaks with difficulty before falling falt on his back just beside me. I panic seeing the sudden change in his health and lean towards him to inspect him. I hold his face seeing it scrunch in pain and agony and feeling my pain kick in.

"Dargan, what is happening? Are you in pain?" He only clutches his throat tightier and my eyes fall back on the cup he just drank from.

"Dargan, I'm going to call the Vaidya!" I assure him propping on my knees.

He holds my hand and I assure him one more time before getting off the bed and quickly pulling my robe.

"Just a minute, Dargan, I'm going to call the Vaidya."

Dargan coughs and raises his hand in my direction to stop me. I quickly go near him and hold his free hand and my tears fall on its back.

"This is not the time to care for my appearance, Dargan. You'll be okay; perfectly fine after Vaidya Kalm checks on you." I quickly say and cover him by the duvet. Then, before going out, I grab his coat, pull it over myself before looking at him one last time in rush.

Looking satisfied, he closes his eyes and my heart constricts squeezing out all the emotions.

C'mon Rosabelle, nothing will happen to him.

Snivelling, I run through the hallways with Dargan's long coat trailing behind me. I clutch to its velvet as the tears break free through my eyes, and run as fast as I can before finally reaching the help.

"Vaidya Kalm!" I knock incessantly until the doors open wide and I see the old man frowning in worry.

"Come with me fast, Vaidya Kalm! Dargan needs help!" I plead and as my state screams emergency, he quickly gets his usual bag of herbs before following me quickly.

When we enter the room, I rush towards the unconscious Dargan on the bed.

What happened to him?

"Dargan, open your eyes; Vaidya is here, he'll heal you." I say looking at his pale face.

"My Queen, please let me check." I quickly get off the way of the desperate man.

"I just left him, and he was conscious before. I don't know what happened suddenly?" I fiddle my fingers in anxiety.

"His body temperature is getting hot... and, there are blue-purple—" Vaidya Kalm's eyes suddenly go wide, "He has been poisoned." He whispers but I hear him, loud and clear.

"Poisoned?" A soft whisper leave my lips making the Vaidya look in my direction.

"Yes, my Queen. And we need to start his treatment early." He says opening his bag and taking out a long white stick.

How is that possible? Poisoned? Who would do that?

"It is starting to spread in his body. Did he have something earlier. It hasn't been long he has taken something poisonous." Vaidya says looking at the white stick on his neck that has just turned slightly purple.

"He— he drank some wine." My voice wobbles voicing it out.

"There has to be something in the wine. Do not throw it away, and please get someone to inform the Lords. The sooner the investigation starts, the better." He says taking out herbs from his bag and I nod rapidly in trance. Vaidya Kalm looks at me and I meet his eyes,"Do you understand what I'm saying, my Queen? You need to get someone to inform the Lords." He calmly makes me understand which breaks me from my trance.

"Yes yes, I'll go inform the Lords." I wipe my tears and storm off my chamber again, deciding to go there myself and informing everybody.

I run through the hallways, getting a glimpse of Eleanor walking across me on a different path. I know she has seen me, but I cannot stop and explain her everything now. So, I take a turn leaving her there and run down the staircase and into the Great Hall before making my way to the wing of the Lords and Ladies.

Roald, he is the only one I know. But where does he stay?

I run to the nearest guard patrolling and he stumbles back seeing me rushing to him.

"My Queen—"

"Where does Lord Roald Fredini stay?"

"I'll show you the way." He says quickly straightening up, and keeping his eyes strictly on my face only. I know the guard has many questions. The first being, what is the Queen doing in this wing and in these clothes.

The guard escorts me to Roald's chamber, and I knock on Roald's door repeatedly until he finally opens the door in his robe, looking clearly irritated.

"Roald, I need your help. Daragn has been poisoned and you must check for any evidences before they are wiped off." I quickly say and his face contorts in confusion as it takes him a second to register what I just said and that it was me standing before him.

"The King is poisoned? f**k!" He exclaims and I see the guard behind me go rigid. I see the naked w****s pull themselves up from Roald's bed as well before I turn to give him the privacy of putting on something.

"Let's go." Roald brushes past me and we are soon back in my chamber where I see the Vaidya wiping Dargan's lips smeared with the liquid he is omitting. Eleanor enters my chamber right behind us as well.

"He is going to be alright, right?" I question the Vaidya while holding Dargan's hand.

"I'm doing what I can."

My face contorts in pain hearing is answer. It's not the answer I expected. No, I want Dargan to be fine.

"What has happened to him? Why is he like that?" Eleanor questions coming beside Dargan instantly.

"Tonight. He drank some wine and suddenly clutched his throat. Vaidya Kalm says he has been poisoned." I reply to her without looking away from Dargan's sudden pale face.

"I'll go and see into this matter. Vaidya Kalm—" Roald calls out to the Vaidya.

"Save him." Vaidya Kalm nods and Roald moves out the door.

"Can I help you somehow, Vaidya?"

"I don't need a hand, my Queen. I'll ask if I do. Just be patience. This is not something that can be cured easily."

How can I be patient? It all just happened so suddenly— I— I don't even know where did the poison come in all this.

Just now, I wasn't feeling so safe with him and now he is laying on the bed motionless. Please be alright, Dargan. Despite our differences, I don't wish to lose you.