The Queens Crossing

When coming to Soulick 6 years ago she thought her life would be a fairy tale. Her family wasn’t very well off but made due with what they had, so it came as a shock to her entire family when the kings messenger came and called on her father and asked for his eldest daughters presence in the castle. As it turned out the King had been searching for his son a suitor and prince Laric had rejected every one of them. The day the Kings messenger came with the letter her mother broke down into tears of joy for her daughter. “Reigna this is it! This is what we’ve always wanted for you, you will live a life of royalty in the kingdom and take the prince as your husband” Regina’s mother droned on “And we will be living comfortably for the first time ever” she sighed out happily. “Mother are you sure that’s even what it’s about?” Reigna looked at her mother with fear and unease behind her eyes “what if I’ve been called in to be put behind bars under the castle itself?” Reigna squeaked out nervously. She was a shy and timid girl always had been and she couldn’t for the life of her understand why the king would want to marry her off to his son and make her royalty. It just didn’t make sense to her with there being so many high born girls in the kingdom why take the hand of a blacksmiths daughter? “Oh hush you’ve never done anything against the crown to warrant you being thrown into any dungeon” her mother retorted throwing her daughter an exhausted eye roll. “You’ll meet the prince and become his bride and then one day his Queen and live happily ever after the way it is in tales of love, isn’t that what you want Reigna?” “Of course mother, more then anything, okay” she says reluctantly “I’ll go” Reigna gave her mother a small smile and adorned her prettiest dress and best jewelry (though it was only pewter jewelry and and old dress her mother had when she was younger but had taken in to fit her much smaller daughter) “You look beautiful” her mother said dabbing at small tears in the corner of her eyes. “She’s acting like I’m already about to walk down the isle” Reigna thought to herself. She stared at herself in the mirror. Her pale skin and dark hair brought out by the emerald colored dress that hugged her in the right places her large breasts and wide hips matched with her much smaller waist that she usually hid under baggy rags, she looked deep into the mirror at her own eyes and thought about how her eyes always seemed dull, dark green and brown pools framed with thick lashes, she was an envy to many other lower born girls but never thought it herself. “Okay father I’m ready” she said in a low whisper walking into the main room of there small home that more resembled a shack. “You look lovely sweetheart, let’s head off” he replied in his deep gravelly voice “I love you my dear” her mother burst out and squeezed her hard not wanting to let go then leaned back holding onto her shoulders “okay, go” she said with a small sad smile. “I love you too mother” Reigna replied with a small sheepish smile. “Don’t forget to lift your dress before it gets in the mud!” Her mother shouted at her as she slipped out the door “Yes mother!!” Reigna shouted back If she knew then what she does now she wouldn’t have left. She would’ve held onto her mother and stayed in her arms. She would have shouted at the Kings messenger to leave and never come back even if it meant death, because that’s what her life felt like now. Death. When Reigna and her father arrived at the castle that’s where she stayed. To be trained how to become the next queen of Westedle. Her fathers talk with the King lasted all of 5 seconds. The King looked her up and down and decided she was fit enough to be his sons betrothed. Afterwards father took off and left her there without even so much as a farewell. Immediately there were women poking and prodding at her, asking her questions about her family and her medical status. She slept in the castle in her own room with a giant four poster bed and silky sheets, but cared for none of it, she just wanted to go back home. When she finally met the Prince he was apathetic towards her. His blue eyes shined ice cold as he looked her up and down and showed no interest or emotion on his face. He scared her but she tried her best not to show it towards him. Over the course of 6 years she took frequent lessons in dancing, playing the piano and harp, history of Soulick, language, history of monarchy, etiquette and finally reading which she already knew how to do quiet well. In all of those 6 years she was to spend exactly one day a week with the Prince to “get to know each other” the Queen had said but Prince Laric was little more then indifferent towards her and would either ignore her during that time as they sat together or skip it completely. Reigna tried to spark conversation and bring up topics she learned in her lessons but to no avail. After the first 2 years she stopped trying and would retreat into a book during those times. She would read about love and heartbreak. Fairytales like what her life was suppose to be. It was nothing like the books tho. Nothing like what her mother had said it would be. It was cruel and cold in the palace with the King and she had no escape from it besides her books and the comfort of her own room where the King didn’t tread. If he wanted her at any time he would send a maid or footman to get her which was only at night on the days when she was most fertile, eager to strengthen his bloodline and produce as many heirs as he could. So far there had been no result from it and although she couldn’t stand the thought of being under him anymore she didn’t mind the idea of having her own child that she could raise and love, she was after all very lonely in that castle by herself with no one to speak to. Even as the Queen the people found her distasteful and to low born to acknowledge and the King paid it no mind to how his nobles treated her so she was utterly on her own. The King cleared his throat bringing her attention back to the here and now. He sat at the other end of a long table eyeing her menacingly with his cold stare. “Yes my King?” She nervously said. “Why is it that your nose is always buried in a book? You will find nothing worth meaning in those old pages you realize?” He said mockingly towards her. She peered down forgetting she even had a book open in her hands. “Actually” she replied “it’s quite good. It tells the tale of the old princess from the eastern lands and her bastard brother whom fought to save her life from the northern savages but lost his lif-“ “Oh gods it’s a fairytale no wander your so ditsy if that’s what you are putting in your feeble mind constantly” he said cutting her off with a hardy laugh. “Why not try your hand at some more useful things like sewing my riding pants back together? I cut them open on the antler of a stag I had hunted just yesterday. Not to worry tho your King was unharmed as you shall see the head of the beast mounted on the wall in due time once they finish with it” he smirked cruelly “My King we have maidens within the castle who can sew that for you” The king slammed his hand on the table making it shake under all the fine cutlery and crystal dishes. “Then take it to them if you don’t wish to do something for your King!” He bellowed out The sound of his hand hitting the table made her jump and she let out a small frightened squeak and shook violently under his gaze as he yelled. He looked at her hard and grinned “today marks the first of your fertile days this month doesn’t it.. My Queen?” He picked up a piece of sausage and bit off a piece eyeing her waiting for the reply he knew would come as he had people kept track of the days and relay them to him so he would be able to try for his heir. Reigna felt white hot inside like someone had a fire poker down her dress. Her tongue sticking in her mouth as her reply came forward. “Yes my King” And with that he jumped up and walked leisurely towards Reigna keeping his gaze on her while licking the grease off his fingers and lips before stopping just next to her. Reigna popped to her feet wanting to bolt in the other direction, but knowing to well what would come of it if she ran she stood there with the bravest face she could muster even tho she shook and felt a cold sweat roll down the back of her neck, she stared into the Kings cold eyes. The king leaned down his slender 6”2 frame bending perfectly to meet her eyes inches from her face, two strands of his sandy blonde hair fell into his face over one eye making him look all the more dastardly as he spoke. “Then why aren’t you in my bedroom waiting for me?” “My king” Reigna said shakily “we’ve only ever… Tried for an heir when night comes, I apologize I was unaware- The king grabbed her by the throat and slammed her back into the table. The sound of broken dishes filled the dining hall as the beautiful crystal plates that held her breakfast crashed to the floor leaving a mess of sharp edges, sausage and eggs upon it. “That’s fine” the king said bitter sweetly “I’ll take you here” The look in his eyes were hungry and insatiable. “My King please, the servants..” Reigna said with some trouble due to the pressure around her throat. “Pay them no mind. We can give them a show” he said with a cruel chuckle. As he slid his hand up her dress along her inner thigh and squeezed too hard for Reigna’s liking. She let out a small whimper from the pain but he persisted. “Tell me you want it” he barked into her ear as he licked his way down her neck and took a bit of her flesh. Reigna hesitated only for a moment before speaking. “Yes my King” she said in a sad deflated tone “I want it” The smile that erupted on the Kings face was pure bliss and Reigna wondered why he felt this way when making her feel so scared and helpless. She knew not to tell him no or she would be punished. She had told him once before and she was locked in her room for 2 whole days without food or water. She never said no to him again after. “Good. Now stay right there. I’m going to take you right on this table in front of the servants” he said smugly Reigna looked around the room and saw every servant plastered to the wall unmoving looking down at the ground wearing faces of pity. The King finally removed his hand from her throat and Reigna took a deep breathe in. The Kings hand moved down only to pull open the front of her dress violently while his other hand still grasped her thigh. Buttons flew in every direction and she let out a gasp. His hand roamed roughly down her now bare front bringing his other hand out from under her dress to undo his own pants. Reigna looked up at the ceiling and studied the wood work that had been carved into it when built as to distract herself from what was happening, stars, the moon and the sun perfectly depicted across the whole ceiling. Must’ve taken hours she thought to herself. So beautiful. The king yanked off the the remaining tatters of what once was Reigna’s beautiful gown and grinned down at her. He pulled off his own shirt in one swift hurried motion and fell atop her. She felt him enter her at once and winced at the pain. His breathing on her neck was quick and shallow as he moved himself in and out of her as she lay there, her body only moving with his heavy and deep thrusts inside of her. She could feel every bit of him in her. She could feel his sweat as it formed on his chest and rub against her breasts making a pool of his own desire between them. His breathing got faster, he grunted at the feeling of being inside her and feeling her own body smack against his as he pushed his way into her over and over again. He licked at her lips and tangled his hand into her hair and yanked as he sunk his teeth into her pale flesh again. His other hand moved around her finding her bottom and picking it up forcing her to meet his thrusts with her own body. He let out a small moan of pleasure. He was going so deep into her she could swear she felt it deep in her stomach as he thrusted his way into her as deep as he possibly could. Reigna clenched her teeth trying to fight against the pain as he gutted her with his body. Her hands laid next to her balled into fists so tight her knuckles bleached of color. The King quickened his pace thrusting faster and faster. She could feel him sliding in and out of her with tension and she knew it would be over soon enough. His body tensed and a high moan escaped his lips as he pumped her full of his seed and shook as every bit of it came out of him and into her. He hastily pulled himself out of her and slipped his pants back on. Reigna gasped at the feeling of him pulling himself out so quickly. She felt small throbbing sharp pains deep in her as she tried to sit up and pull what little remains she was able to gather of her dress off the table over her naked body. The King smiled a cruel and evil smile at her. “Maybe this one will take and I’ll have my heir” He says as he picks up his shirt and walks out of the dining hall. Reigna try’s to scoot herself off the table and stand but slumps down to the floor when a young maid comes and helps her to her feet draping what looked like a sheet around her body and walking her to her room. “I’m sorry your majesty you looked like you could use the help” the small mousey maid pipes up as she walks Reigna down the large hall to the double doors of her bedroom. “I am very greatful for it thank you” Reigna replies with a kind smile and tears in the corners of her eyes. As they get to the double doors Reigna opens them then turns to the maid “I have yet to see you around here what is your name?” Reigna asks. “Julipe your majesty” and the maid try’s but fails at a curtsy. “I am to be your ladies maid. I just arrived yesterday and had to go through the processing with the king to approve me” Julipe says while looking down at the ground. “Please don’t feel you can’t look me in the eyes, it’s alright” Reigna says with a cheery tone. “Yes your majesty” Julipe looks up at Reigna and sees the genuine sweet smile and cannot help but smile back. “Thank you again Julipe” “Would you like some help drawing a bath your majesty?” Julipe asks “That would be lovely thank you” Reigna wasn’t use to this. She hadn’t had a ladies maid even after being here for 6 years, she thought as Julipe helped her to her bed. But it would be nice to have a friend finally. Julipe moves her way through the room and into the adjacent bathroom and begins filling the tub with the hot water the other maids had already prepared for it. “Thank you Julipe your very kind” “I’m just doing my duty your majesty” she smiles happily. “Well thank you none the less my legs should come back to me soon” Reigna says and she rubs the spot that is already purple with bruising that the King had put there after squeezing too hard on her thigh. “I’m sorry your majesty” “What ever for?” “I know you must not be happy. And I am sorry if I am overstepping by saying so. I had heard stories about the Queen who rarely came out of her own room afraid of her own shadow but now I understand why” “You are not overstepping, but I would thank you not to give me pity. I am the Queen after all and I have all that I need while others go hungry or without a bed.” “Yes your majesty” “Please you do not have to address me so formally. I would like us to be friends.” “But you majesty is the term I am suppose to use, Your majesty and the King would be quite cross if he heard me speak to you so in formally” “Very well. How about in this room you call me Reigna. In here you can speak your mind without fear of repercussions and I will do the same, and out there you may speak to me as formally as you wish, Is that alright with you?” “Yes your majesty” Julipe smiled a big toothy smile of pure joy. Reigna clears her throat in a joking manner. “Oh sorry. Yes Reigna” she giggles. “That’s better” Reigna smiles.