Make Your Move Katherine

The Plant Conversation

It was later that evening when Katherine caught sight of her husband again. She halted her steps to admire the elegance of the man. He was with Anthony heading in the direction of the room that substituted as a meeting room with his parliamentarians. It was two rooms right next to the royal family dining area where she was heading to 'dine' with her in-laws.

They both stopped at the end of the hallway and waited a few seconds when another man walked up holding out a navy-blue, velvet cushion, head bent, followed by two others. She had taken no notice of the crown that was on it, or Anthony whose eyes were on her.

the crown that was on it, or Anthony whose eyes were on her.

“War Katherine, whether amongst ourselves or out in the battlefield...” His words had impacted her- greatly. For Oscar, war meant every harm to the innocent that was done- every wronged person. The young king had taken it as a personal attack done to him. She was beginning to know him…

She fisted her hands at her sides now feeling a flick on her heart- hurt, for she knew Nuwa was the one that probably knew him best. The one that knew his inner heart and thoughts- the one that was welcomed in there- in parliament and not her.

She felt a flick on her heart- hurt, for she knew Nuwa was welcomed in there and not her. Still, she ate up the sight of Oscar in his gold and black royal cloak. She looked on silently as he tilted his head for the crown to be placed on it. It was the bottom half of the actual crown, for she was told the entire crown was too heavy to be worn on every occasion. So, Oscar’s crown jeweler, along with King Drago’s, had made the special design for him when he had been chosen as the crowned prince, she’d been told. He wore only the bottom half to these meetings as a symbol that he is head. Only on rare, very important occasions, the entire crown is worn.

The still thick, gold-rimmed crown, was decorated with ten green and red emeralds. Sapphires surrounded in between each stone and the top, together with diamonds, pearls, and a single oval-shaped ruby was at the dead center just above his eyes.

The entire crown contained over two thousand diamonds, fifteen sapphires, two hundred pearls, three more rubies, and six more red emeralds. Definitely too heavy to even wear she thought when she had been told this by Miss Moon months back. But he had worn it at their wedding so she figured it was considered as an important occasion.

This time however, Oscar turned to her and held a welcoming hand out to her, “Katherine. What a lovely sight you are. Are you joining us today?”

Katherine who had begun to turn away stilled her movements and even Oni looked surprised at his softly spoken words, a few feet away. The girl’s head was raised now but still slightly bent.

Anthony was looking directly at her as she shook her head no. She was in no mood to deal with the jealousy she was beginning to feel and the disgust rising over her husband’s girlfriend. She really was not in any mood to witness Oscar and Nuwa’s affection for each other.

Pointing to the door she walked towards it, not even bothering to reply.

Aside from Oscar and his girlfriend, Miss Moon had made it abundantly clear that the queen was not allowed in parliament hearings. “A queen is to be seen and rarely heard,” the stern woman had said to her one morning when she had asked about the meetings that were held inside the castle. She had been curious as she’d never seen or heard anything like it before- not in all the worldly new, fantasy books and or movies. Parliament had always been in a separate building- away from the King and Queen’s home.

“Only the prime minister’s assistant is allowed-”

“You mean my husband’s girlfriend?” she had flicked out at the woman who had grown a shade of red that Kat had not come across yet. Somewhere near purple- anger or from being ashamed by her king’s actions, Kat did not know.

It was also how she learned Oscar’s girlfriend is the assistant to the prime minister. She understood too how he had been able to hide the fact that his woman was living in the castle with him- blame it on work.

She got to know Miss Moon since then and figured the woman had been both. But She also knew Miss Moon was a bit old-fashioned and thought that women should stay put in their houses and make babies while their husbands went off to work. Kat also figured she might fall into this category with the old woman and she understood her dislike for Nuwa then.

Nuwa was a working woman- independent and unpleasant in Miss Moon’s eyes. It had nothing to do with her obvious dislike for Oscar’s girlfriend although she suspected it, it did add to it.

“Katherine!”

Eyes wide she once again stilled her movements, hearing the clicking of Oscar’s heels on the marble floor. Feeling the tremors, she closed her eyes when Oscar’s chest gently grazed her back. ‘Why is he so warm?’

His heat radiated and she balled her fists at her sides when one of his hands came up to rest on her almost skin-tight, mud-brown, fitted dress at the waist, that fell in waves to her ankles. “Hardly fit for the others to see,” she knew he meant the dress and the men that would be present at the political meeting. “I am glad you refused,” his husky voice teased her before his full lips kissed her earlobe and made their slow descend, to the curve of her neck.

It seemed to be his favorite thing to do. And it seemed hers was visualizing his red wide, curvy...lust spreading...uh...lips, “I-” she swallowed with difficulty.

“Kat, Kat, Katherine,” her stomach did a somersault, “I told you, I can tell what you are feeling at the moment. Didn’t I?” he murmured for her ears alone. It was just the way he said her name- same pronunciation as everyone else here but somehow different.

“I have to look at a program now,” she muttered, a slight frown making its way to her forehead as she prayed to be able t escape from his hold now. Not that she really wanted to be, she just wanted him to touch her like this without anyone else being present. With preferably a bed close by or beneath her- even better.

“A program?’ he said half-heartedly and she could feel his lips as they spread widely. He was smiling. Laughing at her clumsy words. Still, he played along, “I thought you were having dinner with my- er family? Isn’t that the direction you were heading in, my dear?”

Katherine’s difficulty with words seemed to grow stronger when he kissed her burning flesh yet again. “What program is it?”

“I- plants?”

He snickered playfully and the hard chest that was pressing onto her back vibrated. ‘Good God, when did a rumble become attractive?’

“Plants. Good. I like plants,” he encouraged her on, pushing her hair over to the opposite side of her neck, the same hand, dropping back to clasp her waist once more. His right hand, reached up to cup her neck just beneath her jaw- his long fingers reaching up to the left side of her face and both index and middle fingers, teased her ear there while his thumb played along her jaw on the right.

"Care to brief me on it?" he inquired, nipping with his teeth, his fingers stilling on their movements on her face and Kat could feel her heart pumping faster.

"It's- about- erm- you know, helping the environment?"

"Asking or telling?" he chuckled in between his pecks.

"The er- helping-"

"Yes, you said so. You mean the al?" he helped her out with.

"Yes! The al," she lied not even knowing at the moment what that meant.

"Hmm, yes. I remember you were looking at it the other day," he helped her again with her made-up story. Kat's mind vaguely remembered what he was referring to- ah yes. She recalled the robots and the farming that had been playing on the screen that she had been pretending to watch.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, my sweet,” and as if reading her dreary thoughts of wanting him in her bed and him being absent, he added, “I am busy at the moment and will be until late into the night.”

“We’ll talk about plants, I promise you,” his parting words were before his heat left her, making her feel the hollowness of his absence. Why was she getting so… used to Oscar?