Betrothed To The King

Chapter22

I sat on the high chair as the maids did whatever they had to do to disguise me. I couldn’t wait to see what they had done to my body.

My thoughts drifted back to King Archer; I still hadn’t set my eyes on him ever since we got here and got kind of scared that something bad might have happened to him.

“Did you change the Queen’s hair color and cover up her freckles? She is the only queen with these qualities,” a maid from another room walked in and said as my heart skipped. Am I really losing my red hair?

“Okay then, Sara, get me some black hair dye,” the maid said as a young-looking maid handed her the hair dye.

Wait, this can’t be happening! I love my hair color, and black will make me look odd.

“Excuse me, uhm… does applying this black dye change my hair color forever?” I asked curiously as she shook her head.

“It’s just for the night; once the ceremony is over, a maid will wash it off with some hair treatments,” the maid replied as I heaved a sigh of relief.

After some minutes of waiting patiently for them to finish, they finally did. I couldn’t feel my butt again from sitting for too long. They turned my chair to the mirror, and now I was staring at another version of myself; the mask made me look like a sexy ninja.

I traced my fingers gently down my no-more-freckled skin, and I wondered what they did to my skin! I must say that they are good at what they do.

“Now, Queen, you have to get going to the ballroom. The ceremony has started,” she said as I took one more glance at myself. “Not to worry about your safety, there are numerous guards outside, and Sara will still be leading you to the ballroom,” she said as I nodded with a smile.

We retreated out of the room as we passed through the hallway with lots of rooms. I could hear the sounds of drum beats, cheers, and glass clicking as I quickly recognized the room it was coming from.

“My queen, that’s the room over there. As you can see, I can’t go in with you, so move ahead,” she bowed and left.

I was suddenly feeling nervous. I am the worst at dance moves. How will I go about dancing for the kings? I hope King Archer is in there right now, and luckily he chooses me too.

I looked down at my slutty outfit, a beaded bra and a beaded mini skirt, all in shiny gold color.

I walked into the ballroom with some other queens behind me and in front of me, all dancing seductively into the dance floor. Not wanting to feel like a novice, I danced in with them, trying my best to be seductive, and indeed I was doing well.

I wasn’t feeling seductive enough because of the baby bump, but I was happy that at least King Archer would recognize me by seeing the bump.

My eyes drifted around the dance floor as I could see that I wasn’t the only pregnant queen, so yeah, recognizing me would be hard. I looked around, trying to see if I would recognize any of my co-wives, but no, it was as if none of them were there.

I tried focusing on the dance, moving my hips to the rhythm of the song and slowly feeling the flow of the song. My eyes drifted to King Archer, who was staring blankly at the dance floor and sipping his liquor as if he was lost.

He had no form of amusement in his eyes. He acted as if he didn’t find any woman on the dance floor attractive, and that got me thinking because I know him too well as a casanova that he is; he loves women, and seeing that he isn’t interested in anyone was shocking.

A king sitting by his side turned to him and said something to him in a burst of deadly laughter, which obviously got him pissed. He didn’t react much, but his mood changed from an expressionless face to an angry face, anger that affected his eyes as if they were burning.

Soon the kings started picking the women they found attractive; I was so scared of being picked by one grumpy old monarch as I stared at Archer, hoping he would stand up and choose me.

Archer’s eyes drifted to Pearl’s body; he could tell that the woman he was looking at was his wife, but he wasn’t quite sure of that. His eyes scanned through her body, but he couldn’t find a single sign of her freckles, and that got him confused.

The pregnant woman’s body shape looked like that of his youngest wife, Pearl, and he was quite sure of that. His eyes drifted up to her face.

He couldn’t see her full face, but her heart-shaped wet lips were just like that of Pearl’s. He was still sure of the woman being his wife but was confused because she didn’t have red hair like Pearl, and she had wavy hair, while Pearl had bone-straight red hair.

He wouldn’t want any other king to sleep with his wife, but still, he had to be sure that the woman was Pearl before taking her in.

Pearl looked into his gazing eyes as she wondered if he wasn’t going to pick her at once as his eyes were on her; she wondered if he recognized her and how he did if he really had recognized her.

Just then, she felt a hot breath on her neck and a strong arm wrapped around her waist. Someone was behind her, and that person made King Archer’s facial expression change into a frown.

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I turned to see the king that had made King Archer frown; he looked so grumpy and scary but, at the same time, very handsome.

He had a long obvious sword cut from his left ear down to his cheek; it left a really wicked scar on his face that showed how dangerous he might be.

He stared down at me with his thunderstorm eyes. One of his eyes was affected by what I call a thunderstorm because it looked pure blue without a pupil. He looked so dangerous, like a man who had been on a battlefield all his life.

His lips curved into a smile that in no way affected his eyes; I was beginning to feel like he was King Theodore I always heard about.

“Come with me, pretty lady,” he said as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me with him. I turned to the really angry Archer, who had already tightened his fist as if he was going to explode any minute… Why didn’t he pick me earlier?

Now I have to go to bed with this dangerous man. I gave the man holding my waist a second glance, which got me scared as he was looking like a beast with his frowned cold face.

“Feel free, my queen,” he said calmly as he made me sit on the bed, and he sat on the couch at the side of the bed.

Why is he acting all formal and nice…

He handed me a glass of champagne, and I contemplated drinking it. I can’t trust a man like him. He might have poisoned it or something… But why would he? He doesn’t know who I am, so there is no way he is harming me.

“Queen Pearl, how good is your baby kicking?” he started, making me choke on my drink. How did he know that I was the one, and how did he even know my name? Because I am a million percent sure that we have never met before.

“Who are you, and how did you know my name? And even recognize me behind my mask?” I asked curiously as I kept my drink on the little table.

“Come on, little queen, I am the mighty King Theodore, and I know everything happening around the kingdom; why won’t I know you when your husband is my sworn enemy!” he said, raising his eyebrows at me.

Big finish! He is King Theo! Was he planning to harm my baby and me for a start to hurt King Archer? Oh God, please save me from this man.

“And how did you recognize me behind my mask because I know we haven’t met before?” I asked, trying not to sound scared, but deep down, I was melting slowly.

“Hey, come on. This is my kingdom, and my order does everything. I told the maids to dress you in these special beads, so it was very easy to recognize you… And hey, who said I hadn’t seen you before? I have seen you countless times,” he said, making me more confused.

This is becoming more complex than I thought. Where and how did he see me? I didn’t want to ask further just so this conversation would end and then he would allow me to go.

I came here for s*x, but we haven’t started anything s****l for an hour; what’s his plan with me now?

“So, King Theodore, what do you want from me because it is obvious that you don’t want to sleep with me?” I said, surprised by my boldness.

“I want you.”