Breeding for the King

Mad Queen

🖤🩸“I have always wondered what my destiny was. This vampiric witcher believes it’s to bear his pup, and to drink from me.” – Frida King🩸🖤

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Stares prickled at me as I raised my hands.

The King had chosen me. I hadn’t expected he would. He was a man of surprises. I just knew because he had the power to torture me till I bled and spilled the truth.

But he chose this. I noticed he touched my hair at the cemetery. Maybe he had taken a liking to me. It wasn’t impossible. I had to use it to my advantage.

My parents had to be found. Nynaeve made it clear. Moreover, many people in my Kingdom depended on me. Failing was not an option.

“I’m Frida,” I said, my tone normal.

“That’s quite commendable I must say,” she let out saying, “You survived through it all and were chosen by the King despite all odds,”

“My pleasure milady,” I said with a slight bow knowing this was how far I could go. My Lycan was beginning to restrain from our numerous submissions.

“The pleasure is indeed mine,” she paused before going on, “You are now my duty Frida,”

“I am?” I let out not expecting she’d say that. Maybe this was how things worked here. I hoped she was at least helpful. Or I’d find a way to get away from her.

“The King is quick to anger and quite temperamental,” she said ignoring my words, “His previous chosen candidates ran off so I’d prepare if I were you. Brace yourself; it’s quite a journey ahead,”

One of the girls raised her hands. I noticed it was the fairy girl. “Yes go on,” Lady Maria said.

“What if we don’t like our Masters?” she said. The rest of the girls chuckled and so did I.

“We have been through this, you do not have a choice,“ she replied.

“But they do?” Lisa let out in wonder. “So unfair, we are humans too,”

“Lisa from the Communers district, consider this as your last warning,” Lady Maria told her.

“Okay, all clear,” Lisa said, “We’re all good now, folks,” Her hands in surrender. Something about it mocked the entire system.

I liked it. But showing myself right now would be scandalous. I had to keep up with the act to find the truth.

“Good, now let’s commence your distribution,” Lady Maria said. I watched as she snapped her fingers to the assistants who came running. Their faces had anxiousness written on them.

“Let’s go miladies,” they said in synch, directing us to a room. I heard a chuckle on my way there as someone tugged me. Lisa.

“Did you see the look on their faces as we played soccer?” she let out. “You are a genius, Frida,”

“Thanks,” I smiled. “We were lucky not to have been disqualified,”

“Why would they? It was our performance, they had no choice,” she said only for her assistant to tug her.

“Ma’am Lisa, let’s go we shouldn’t be late,” she said.

“We’ll talk later, bye,” she waved her hands at me.

“Yeah sure,” I said going with my own assistant and looking around before entering.

Lisa was in a separate room from mine, but it was just next door. I saw the fairy girl slipping through her room. I hoped she didn’t make a scene.

The minute I entered the room, my dress was taken off.

I was scrubbed and scraped. I wasn’t left alone until my skin glistened white.

What a relief. For the past couple of days, I have been covered in dirt and debris, from the tunnel, and everywhere.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror as they dolled me up.

“Such spectacular hair, almost like silk,” an assistant voiced out. “I can run my hands through easily,”

I clutched my gown. Pictures of my mom combing my hair are imprinted in my head making me fidget.

“Thanks,” I let out.

“You’re welcome, milady,”

“How does a middle class have this hair?” some other assistant whispered to her. My Lycan hearing could hear though. “It’s almost like Queen Vendra’s hair long and silky…”

Their voices faded in the background instantly as mom’s voice overlapped them. “Frida,” she cooed. “Come comb your hair,”

“Do I have to, can’t I go a day without arranging them?” I said as a child.

“Nope. Your hair is your crown, you should wear it often and protect it,” she’d say.

The more I thought of her, questions burned through me. Like a gust of wind withheld my chest, my heart ached.

Because of this, I was only encouraged on this quest.

Find out what truly happened. I had to focus and not let emotions get to me. “You’re all set now, let’s go milady,” my assistant let out.

I stood up realizing they mentioned someone before my thoughts went wandering, “Queen Vendra… who is she?”

A look of anxiousness occupied their faces instantly.

“Milady, how did you hear us-“

“Tell me of her, I demand it,” I let out cutting her off.

“I-It’s forbidden to speak of her,” the second let out making my hands go to her shoulders patting them in assurance.

“I’ll tell no one, just let me know,” I said, taking advantage of the authority from the King’s choosing. She tugged her gown nervously. I looked at the third assistant shrugged her. “Do you have something to say?”

“Yes, milady,”

“Don’t Anna,”

“We should tell her,” my assistant said. “She’s the King’s candidate and deserves to know,”

“I deserve to know what?” I asked immediately.

“About Queen Vendra. She was the former Queen,” she said making her other partner sigh.

“Okay… and where is she now?” I inquired immediately.

“The Queen was annulled after a discovery of her being mental,” Anna added. “Because of this, she is currently locked up in a mental facility, for treatment,” she added.

“After the Queen lost her son she became a shadow of herself. The King gave in to the pressure from other ranks, making her step down for treatment. Since then, he ruled alone. The whispers say it’s been like this for centuries. Thus, no one expected him to choose another,”

Those words were written on my mind as I walked through the hallways of the castle to King Draco’s chambers. My hands fidgeted anxiously, especially after knowing the truth. And after knowing this was the second night, I’d be sleeping in the same room with him. As his breeder.

“My King, your candidate is here,” The guard let out announcing my arrival. I was met with silence for a while hearing pacing footsteps.

“Let her in,” he said and the door was pushed open.