Make Your Move Katherine

Fun

Oscar

Oscar felt he should be strapped in a straitjacket for his strange feelings over Katherine. Why was he thinking about how the earthshine lit her skin, in ethereal shades? And why was he so aware of her presence now. Why was he constantly looking at her; her jawline, lips, eyebrows, her long dazzling hair, or her wide hips... which made him think of her in the shower for he knew what was beneath her clothing. And why when she caught his eyes did his heart seem to do a second beat while a sizzle went down his spine and spread around his waist?

Why the f*ck?

He stared at the woman he married as she sat on the swing, slowly using one foot to push herself to a slight sway, ever so often. The king leaned back on one of the humungous pillars and swallowed before he passed his hands over his face, jaw clenched tightly.

It’s been three days and she was now walking without a limp even but still; she kept the bandage on. It was as if she had rejected the knowledge of her healed foot. He had seen the swelling had gone himself- no he did not have x-ray vision- when one of the nurses checked in on her. Even his bite marks had vanished as if it had never even been there, to begin with.

His blood had worked like magic on Katherine.

Ju had ‘felt it’ in her bones just as she had weeks earlier with the man that almost died previously from his venom. He’s been told that the former guard had been doing so well in his overly speedy recovery, that he had even made it to a university entrance exam. Oscar was a bit disappointed, for he felt the young adult would have wanted to return to his services as it was considered the highest honor to be serving directly under him.

Then again being bitten by a vampire king is also a repel too. Although Ju had done her magic on him to erase his memory, Oscar figured traces of it might be lingering behind. Ju could not wipe someone’s memory clean but she could obscure them. Much like a dr*gged-up night, if one searched their memory hard enough- it could be found.

Unlike his former guard, whose healing had begun almost straight away but took some weeks, Katherine healed with almost immediate effect. It was as if she was part of his anatomy and he knew it was the phoenix. It was calling out to him. Beckoning him even now…

The phoenix was reaching out to him again but he denied it an answer. He tore his greedy stare away from his wife, shutting his eyes as he walked blindly back inside the castle walls where one of his guards stood waiting for him, in the shadows. It cried out to him again.

‘Shut up!’

Opening his eyes, for the shut eyelids only intensified his memory of her lips that had been so close to his, at her place and he nodded to the man, nostrils flared. The guard disappeared behind the wall and into the moonlit garden. She looked too peaceful and he couldn’t have that. He had given her enough pity time, in which she recovered already. He felt disgusted with himself that he was actually lusting after her.

He could just throw up.

Back in his office, he glared at Anthony. His guard is in love with the queen. It was plain as day. Just as his wife has feelings for him.

The long-anticipated chat was about to happen finally. His father’s call to his chamber-side had him busy until now. The former king was growing weaker and Oscar was fuming mad.

Oscar, feeling he had his self-control in order said, “I don’t care what you do I don’t care what she does but over here she is Queen okay?” he repeated what he had said to his friend before. He could feel the bile in his stomach as his own words fought against him.

Anthony understood what he meant, the young king knew but he needed to say it again for the captain was about to make a phone call for him, to the neighboring kingdom. Oscar raised his chin, clenching his tight jaws as he sat on the corner of his wide, heavy wooden modern styled executive desk- new as he did not fancy his father’s old-fashioned one. Plus, his father's desk had only two drawers and the office had not even been equipped to handle any sort of advanced technology. Oscar had to redo the entire decor and he was now comfortable in the wide-spaced seating, good lighting- luxury-styled room.

The guard stared at him. Oscar could tell the man was beginning to suspect his sinister move and a wide smile spread across his full red lips. He could hear Anthony’s adrenaline kicking in; his increased blood pressure, heartbeats quickening…so did his breathing. He could smell his perspiration now. The pupils in his role model’s eyes grew larger… ah…Oscar could hear his blood pumping forcefully into his muscles rushing through his veins. He closed his eyes, partly to agitate the man more but mostly because it was the most beautiful sound to him.

He smirked, folding his muscled arms, twisting his head to an acute angle before slowly opening his eyes and straightening back his neck to look at the man that met him eye to eye. Anthony swallowed while Oscar passed his tongue under one of the sharp, almost needle-pointed fangs- it was something he was beginning to enjoy. He traveled it over to the other one, ensuring his mouth was slightly ajar so the man would see his movements.

Knowing that people feared him. It excited him; the knowledge that he could snap their necks at will…if he wanted to, sent warm fuzzy rushes inside him.

Standing to his full height, he pulled his jacket straight and unbuttoned it. He disliked being seen without a jacket on and even refused to remove it sometimes even inside the castle. See, before he was king, he was fawned upon and it was brought to his attention the way females were behaving distastefully over him- he was uncomfortable with the things being said. Especially when he read the online vulgar comments about his physique. What people wanted him to do to them. ‘Thirst comments’ he had been told by his cyber team, was the term used. Yes, the king knew he was attractive but he wanted to be known for his brain and the violation of his body was not the way to do so.

“Your Majesty, I would never think of doing-”

“Come off it, Tony. I thought you had your fun already? Didn’t you?” Oscar goaded for it has been on many occasions that the guard was seen with the queen all over the castle on their romantic walks and late-night visits. Yes, Oscar had been hearing the gossips among the servants and no, he did not spy on Katherine or Anthony for that was their personal affairs. He did not even want to think about what they had done back in her apartment.

He did not care, he told himself, as long as nobody outside the castle knew he tried to persuade himself.

“Things will move along as before nothing has changed; she is promised to the dragon king. I will not change my mind; my country is at large.”

Seeing Anthony’s pained expression, the king squinted his eyes working his jaw again, planted his hand on his waist, and walked towards the royal guard. “Didn’t you have your fun with her, already?”

“It’s not like that... it was never like that- she is not who you think she is, “Anthony replied, swallowing again. The pulse in his neck is now very visible and hammering against the man’s neck.

Sure, of course, he believed him. Sarcasm. Oscar felt a twist in his chest when he thought of his friend and his wife in locked arms- “She’s not like that? I don’t care how she is… of how you perceive her to be, she will be taken to him in less than six months."

“Si- months- Oscar, you can’t!” he blurted out and grabbed Oscar’s arm, his eyes wore a frantic look.

“I can and I will. Get a hold of yourself, Anthony!”

“No. I’m begging you- don’t!”

“Begging me?” Oscar pulled himself away from the man’s firm grip and walked to the back of his desk and took his seat. Resting his elbows on the desk's top, he entwined his fingers together. Still, the thought of them lips locking was printed on his brain. “Didn’t you get your way with her? Wasn’t that enough? Is she that good of a roll?”

“Your majesty I told you it isn’t like that-”

“Didn’t you f*ck the Queen?” Oscar’s blood was boiling inside him now. He could hear the roaring inside his head as he tried to remember why they were in his office in the first place.

Anthony bends his head to the floor trembling, “He’ll kill her-”

“Exactly!” but as he shouted the words in glee over her death, his mind also ran on her mother and her father. Her mother, he had in the white room and her father dead- the stepfather too. Her stepfather whom she cared about…and his smile vanished.

Katherine was hurting because of his death. His heart hurt knowing she was hurting- no! He refused to think of her with any bit of sympathy- her entire family will be dead soon for what they had done- “Answer me!” he raised his voice a notch as he dug his nails into the back of his hands.

“What are you going to do that to her? She’s innocent-”

“Did you touch my wife, Anthony?” Oscar kept thinking of Ju, and how she could actually help them transport back to Armedia and back, in just a flash. He listened in carefully to his heartbeats for any irregularities to catch a lie.

“My King, I will never betray you- even when you give me permission to do so, “Anthony dropped to his knees then and Oscar looked away, gritting his teeth, getting madder now.

“Do you love her?” he heard himself asking and flared his nostrils, feeling his teeth wanting to sink into someone.

“That’s none of your-”

“My what? I am King and I say answer me,” he managed to get out through his tightly clenched mouth, still not meeting the man’s eyes. From his peripheral view, Anthony’s head was still bent. Indeed, it was none of his concern but he needed to know.

“Your Majesty- I am sorry but that is my personal life, you do not run my personal life, you do not have a say on my feelings.”

“Do not step over your boundaries Anthony this is your last chance. Your personal life just happens to be my personal belonging. Are you sleeping with my wife or not- I am asking you as king…do not disobey my command.”

“I refuse to answer that vile question.”

Why were they repeating the same words without even getting an answer? Was Anthony saying the truth? If he is… what is this? What was this burning sensation in his chest that ran down to his toes and hurt his brain at the same time?

His friend would never lie to him, Oscar knows but what is this feeling of wanting to smash his head anyway? It both horrified him and made him want to give in to the temptation at the same time.