Betrothed To The King

Chapter8

The King stared into my eyes with so many expressions written on his face that I couldn’t point out. I was scared and, at the same time, enthusiastic to know his final decision.

“We are keeping the child,” he finally said as all the Queens gasped in surprise while Prince Ray beamed happily.

I wondered why Prince Ray wanted the baby and why he was supporting my interest so openly.

“No, my King, you can’t accept the baby! She and her baby will be a distraction to your territory,” Zinnia yelled.

I could see the jealousy in her eyes and the anger in her voice. None of them had given the King a child, and here I was, barely settling in, yet already pregnant. I understood her fear. I was sure she was scared of losing the King’s attention.

The King glared at her with his flaming hazel eyes, then dimmed his gaze, obviously burning with anger again.

“Zinnia, how dare you question my order, huh?” the King yelled as he walked toward her and held her neck so tightly that I thought she would die.

Prince Ray stood up from the couch. I thought he would help her, but instead, he sadly left the room.

None of the Queens could say a word. Instead, they began trooping out of my room one after the other.

“Y… yo… you’re hurting me, my King. Please, I’m sorry!” she coughed in pain as the King suddenly released her and turned, giving me one last scornful gaze before leaving the room and abandoning me to face Zinnia.

I had only stayed here for forty eight hours, yet I already had an enemy. Zinnia didn’t seem to like me one bit, as she never stayed without saying bad words to me whenever she saw me.

“Now you see what your presence is causing? You have really ruined our happiness here,” she said as she coughed. “I know what your plan is, but you know what? You can never be loved by the King, even if you’re carrying his child. Just do well to stay far from the King because you’re not welcome in this castle,” she spat out before leaving.

Why does she keep repeating that word? It disgusted me to think that she saw me as a competitor. I hated the King so much that I didn’t even want to make eye contact with him, not to talk of sleeping with him.

He made my situation here worse by r****g me. He took advantage of my unconsciousness and disvirgined me. I had always wanted to feel that pain that Rosamund and Seren always talked about, but he ruined it.

“Gosh, I hate him!” I cursed as I stared up at the ceiling.

“My Queen, I was asked to make you some coffee by the doctor to keep you and your baby strong. There are some good roots added inside,” Sage’s voice came, interrupting my thoughts.

“Why did you come in without knocking?” I asked harshly as she bowed.

“I am sorry, my Queen, but I knocked on the door twice.”

I probably didn’t hear it because of my endless thoughts. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t notice anything around me.

“Why didn’t you knock three times? Maybe I would have heard,” I said, suddenly disgusted. “Anyways, take your coffee away. I don’t need it,” I added, facing the wall.

“My Queen, please take it. It’s a prescription from the doctor, and the King has ordered that I watch you drink it,” she insisted, which only made me angrier.

“Are you dumb? I said I don’t need it, or do you want to force me?” I yelled.

I wondered why I was suddenly getting pissed off. I was not the type to get angry unnecessarily, but here I was, yelling at my maid, whom I actually liked.

The door cracked open, revealing Prince Ray, who walked in smiling gently.

“Don’t worry about her. I will take care of her,” he said with a smile, making me confused as to why he was being kind to me.

“My Prince, the King has ordered that I watch her drink the coffee,” Sage said with her head bowed.

“Don’t worry. I will make her drink it. Just leave,” he said softly as Sage bowed and exited.

Why was he so different from his younger brother? He was obviously kind and responsible and would make a better King, so why wasn’t he the King when he was the first son?

“You seem to be quite stubborn, Pearl,” he said softly as he stirred the coffee gently. “Will you please drink the coffee?” he added, bringing it close to my mouth as I shook my head in refusal.

There was no need caring for a monster’s child, am I right?

“Just drink. I know you have a lot of questions to ask about your husband, his wives, and everything else. I promise to answer all of them if you drink this coffee and finish everything inside,” he said as my eyes shone brightly.

Indeed, I had lots of unanswered questions in my head that I desperately wanted answers to. Should I drink it? Maybe I should. The baby was also mine.

I pouted childishly as I took the coffee and finished the contents. The coffee tasted so plain. I wondered what roots were added inside it.

“Good. So let’s get started, Queen Pearl,” he said with a slight smile.

He was just as handsome as King Archer. He was tall and chubby with a slight potbelly. He had dark brown hair trimmed neatly in a pixie cut. His hair matched his honey brown eyes, and his smile was perfect with his beautiful white set of teeth.

If only the ladies’ man smiled more often, it would have been much better.

I didn’t know where to start from. I had so many questions to ask, but the problem was how to begin.

“I know you don’t want to be here. You also hate my brother, I can tell, but you have to accept him as your husband because you can’t change that,” he paused as he swallowed. “Archer has always been cruel all his life because he spent more time with my dad. I didn’t grow up here in Guham. I spent half of my life abroad with my uncle for schooling. If Archer is a womanizer and a cruel being, you can help him. By the way, you’re his wife now. I don’t mean that I support him killing your family or sleeping with you while you were in a coma, but…” He paused again.

I wondered what he meant by changing King Archer. King Archer had always been a ruthless King all my life. Hearing about changing him for good sounded impossible.

Even if anyone should change him, it couldn’t be me, because I hated him. What good would it do if I tried?

Once a ruthless womanizer, always a ruthless womanizer. He couldn’t be changed.

“If you’re not in support of his ruthless behavior, then why did you support your father getting him drunk to r**e me?” I asked as I sat up.

“My father is a King, and I don’t have the right to question his orders. I had to go with his decisions in order not to get punished,” he replied. I understood him, but I was still not satisfied.

“You’re the first son, so why aren’t you the King? I mean, you’d make a better King than King Archer,” I said, eager to hear a meaningful reply.

“I was never after the throne. Being King would make me lose attention from my family and my profession as a chemist,” he replied as I nodded slowly.

He made sense. Being King isn’t an easy task. You might have all the power and authority, but you also gain many enemies.

“Come in!” I called out after hearing a knock on the door as a guard entered and bowed.

“My Prince, the King wants to see you. He is in his chamber,” the guard said as he bowed and left.

I was sure Sage had told them he was here with me. I enjoyed my conversation with him, even though I still had many unanswered questions.

“I will be leaving now. Please stay safe,” he said as he took my hands and gave them a soft, quick peck.

He was so humble, so sweet. I would say his wife was lucky to have him as a husband. If only King Archer were half as sweet as him, my stay here would have been better.

The Prince left me alone with my thoughts. I had forgotten about my little trauma for a while, but now it came rushing back, finding space in my head.

I swung my legs down from the bed, forgetting about the cup on the table. My legs hit it hard, breaking it instantly and making my legs bleed uncontrollably.