Betrothed To The King

Chapter14

It’s been three months of my stay in the castle, and I was gradually getting used to not seeing my friends and the royal rules.

The King hasn’t slept with me, lucky enough, but I see sluts and the Queens coming out of his room almost every night or, correctly, every night.

I could bet how lucky I am that the King hasn’t slept with me yet, but still, I was surprised; he always threatened to sleep with me anytime he wanted, and I was expecting it as soon as possible. I had made up my mind to receive him, but here I am, three months past without having s*x with the king.

I am sure that the day he remembers me, it would be worse than just s*x.

My pregnancy was three months old and was already visible, getting more enormous and more stressful by the day, and I noticed my sudden change of attitude.

I over-ate and was easily annoyed and irritated. I remember slapping the King a few weeks ago for barging into my room without knocking.

I didn’t just know how it happened, but it happened so fast, but luckily he didn’t hit me or yell at me; he rather left my room angrily, and ever since then, I only saw him when we were eating in the dining room, and he never talked to anyone.

Not like he usually talks, but I felt like he was overly quiet.

I sat in front of my mirror, staring at the woman I was becoming in just a few months. I was adding much weight by the day and was unnecessarily lazy, all this because of the baby bump and staying indoors every day.

Ever since I came into this castle, I have not seen outside; I haven’t explored the kingdom, and I wished to do so.

I shoved my legs into my shoes and made out of my room at least to explore the big castle.

The castle is so big that no one can walk to the end of it in two days. I could see that it was a city of its own because it is tremendous, with thousands of rooms in it!

I walked down the hallways as the guards looked at me in a way I couldn’t point out. I had expected them to talk me into going back, but they didn’t.

I walked to the king’s hallway, and I overheard the king yelling at whoever. I could tell from his voice that he was irate. I slightly opened the door to see a lady standing by a painting, the king’s painting.

It was so beautiful and neat that I wondered why the king didn’t like it, or maybe the king woke up on the wrong side of his bed.

Seeing the painting made me remember when I still painted people for free because I loved it; I suddenly had the urge to paint. Maybe that would help my boredom.

Suddenly, the king threw the large painting to the ground and smashed it into a thousand pieces!

“No!”

I nearly shouted audibly as I held my lips.

“Make a better painting of me before I get back,” he ordered as she bowed in tears and frustration.

I watched the cruel King walk out of the chamber, leaving the lady to cry helplessly.

I ran and hid in one of the pillars till he passed angrily, hitting his legs hard as if he wanted to break the ground too.

I quickly ran into the king’s chamber to meet the lady still crying. She should cry because I don’t know how she’d paint the king without him sitting in front of her or something.

“Good day, my queen,” she greeted, trying to adjust herself as she quickly wiped off her tears with the back of her palms.

Seeing her dreadful state, I decided to help her with the drawing. At least I have seen the king countless times, but I have never seen him in a welcoming mood. He never smiles. He is always cold and cruel. I remembered the first day we met when he came to take me; he had smiled at me for reasons I didn’t get, making me think he would be a good husband.

“How about I help out with the painting.”

“Huh?” She exclaimed in surprise as if expecting me to repeat what I said. I raised an eyebrow at her. “My queen, never…” I cut her short by sitting on the donkey chair.

“Get me a new board.”

***

Zinnia worriedly walked back and forth in her room, thinking of how she’d terminate Pearl’s pregnancy and send her out of the palace.

Pearl’s belly was becoming more prominent and visible by the day, and the guards were drifting their respect slowly toward her as she was the only one to give the king a child, which would be soon.

She had thought of several ways of terminating the pregnancy, but she couldn’t lay her finger on one; she was dead frustrated and couldn’t let little Pearl take her husband’s attention.

Zinnia had tried everything possible to make the king release inside of her at least once, but the king was always alerted and would pull off immediately.

She also noticed that the king was no longer using her for as long as he usually would, and that meant one thing: the king was slowly losing interest in her.

She wanted Agent Fox as soon as possible to at least get an idea of what to do, but she couldn’t go to his room because everywhere was guarded, and she wasn’t allowed to go to that hallway.

She sat back on her bed worriedly.

“In a few days, there will be a royal mask party, and I hope the king recognizes me and takes me to bed,” she thought out loud as she sipped the wine on her table.

“Maybe I should go out and see what’s happening around the castle; staying indoors won’t help at all.”

She thought as she quickly gulped all the content of her wine, took her hand fan, and was about to leave when a knock came on the door.

She opened the door to see her handmaid standing in a bow.

“I came to check up on you, my queen,” Mel said.

“Well, I am not dead… Please excuse me,” Zinnia said as the maid made way for her.

“My queen, will you need a compa…”

“No, I won’t,” Zinnia said, not looking back.

Zinnia walked down the hallway with the aura of queenship revolving around her. She walked with pride as the servants bowed to her with all respect as the king’s first wife.

She sighted Sage walking hurriedly with a steamy cup in her hand. She could tell that it was coffee.

“Hey you, come here,” she called as Sage walked to her casually.

She knew that Sage hated her for reasons she didn’t know, and she had always wanted to use Sage to achieve what she wanted. Sage is the only maid the king sleeps with, and Zinnia knows that is the only reason for the disrespect.

“Who owns that coffee?” She already knew the answer, but she just wanted to ask in order not to sound suspicious.

“Her highness owns it,” Sage said, slightly rolling her eyes.

“What do you mean by your highness? We are five queens in this palace, so who exactly are you talking about?!” Zinnia was already getting pissed off by Sage’s attitude and could do anything to her at any moment.

“My mistress, of course…”

“Oh, okay, maybe I will help you serve this to her,” Zinnia said and made to take the cup from her as Sage withdrew.

“I don’t need your help, queen Zinnia, and please, I would love to leave immediately before the coffee gets cold… So may I?”

Zinnia glared at her scornfully and angrily walked out. She couldn’t imagine a mere maid disrespecting her; she could only blame King Archer for the mess for sleeping with a maid.

King Archer had angrily gone to his garden to sit and chill; he knew that the painting he had destroyed was beautiful and perfect, but he was still angry from the slap his youngest wife gave him and needed to unleash his anger on something.

Unleashing that anger on Pearl would make her lose her baby or something worse, so he decided to avoid her and her annoying character. He remembered whipping Pearl so severely that she was close to her grave, and he knew she was still recovering from that one.

Pearl didn’t sit for three weeks after that whip, and he felt guilty for the first time in his life. He had flogged his pregnant wife so severely that he was unsure how unattractive her ass would look.

He has never whipped any of his wives before, but he did that to Pearl! He should have just thrown her into the dungeon instead.

“My King, the King of Noviran, is here with his wife to see you,” a guard said, interrupting the king’s endless thoughts.

He expected King Damien, the oldest king amongst them and the very unlawful king.

They had sent a letter across to them that they would be stopping by to sleep over after their long journey, and he had no choice but to accept, risking his wives; King Damien once helped him anyways.

But one thing is sure, King Damien will ask for one of his wives, and it is a lawful thing to send your wife to an important guest.

The issue would be the one he would choose to pleasure the King of Noviran.