“Greetings, your Highness” This was followed by a bow from Viscar. The awaited arrival of “She”
Spenser did not so much as lift an eyebrow in the direction of the intrusion nor did he show surprised. For about a minute, they stood like that, with Viscar needing to wait for a reaction from the King before he could make any more moves.
When I asked him if I may go, “You can leave, Viscar,” and turned the page. After a polite bow, Viscar departed. The chamber thereafter became occupied by just Ella and the King.
Ella’s waist began to ache from standing for so long, and it was a while before King Spenser moved. And what exactly was he reading?
Before looking back down at him, she glanced up at the table and remarked on its abundance of books. Just how much literature does the King consume? Hm.
She began looking about the room and didn’t even know that her nerves were calming. The appearance was fit for a King.
She thought about how relaxed the King must feel living there full-time.
Ella, please disrobe and come to bed.
In an instant, her heart sprang to her throat as she recognized that icy familiar voice. Whaaat???? Suddenly, she looked up at the King, her expression one of shock and amazement. Okay; s
It’s likely that he misunderstood him.
She forced down her objections and tried to pretend as if she hadn’t heard him by averting her glance to the ground.
King Spenser turned the page in his book, looking up at her.
“I said. As he repeated himself more angrily, “take off your clothes and hurry on the bed,” Ella felt as if the world were ending.
She let out a little gasp and looked down.
She choked back the words, “B…. But, My King.” Could you please explain it to me?”
Spenser’ glanced up from his book to stare at her, his mind blank at the absurdity of her inquiry. “Why?” His laughter was infectious.
“Well… Perhaps, he snarked, “because you’re my wife.” I have the right to do anything I want with you since you’re my wife.
He got out of his chair, and Ella shrank back in hers. She had been conscious of her admiration for his gamma’s large shoulders, but now that she is gazing at the King herself, she is certain that she has never before seen a chest and shoulders so wide. More likely, he could eat her whole without batting an eye.
She took two steps back as Spenser approached her.
“What on earth are you thinking?” A quick scowl crossed his face. Ella was terrified to be in his presence because of how chilly his eyes and aura were.
With each stride he took toward her, King Spenser forced her to take a step backward. Unaware of his actions, she tumbled into a bed after injuring her leg on something.
No! A bed! She had made it to the bed!
The realization that she’d fallen for the King’s trap filled her with even more dread. She now realized why he kept approaching her. Oh, no…!
Her beautiful eyes betrayed her fear; even Spenser could see it. When he grabbed her legs and stood over her bed, he smiled icily.
‘I’ve already given you an order, and it’s clear you don’t want to follow it. “Ella’s screams could be heard as his fingers tore through the olive fabric of her dress as his last words escaped his lips.
“No!! Please!!” Voicing an outcry, she screamed. “Stay away from me! Please..!”
King Spenser found it humorous. A woman has no right to scream while her husband is preparing to make love to her.
She cried out, “Please, I implore you,” as tears streamed down her face. That time has not come for me yet. Please….”
As he gazed at her, Spenser’s fists clenched. This is too soon for her.
He looked at her for many minutes while she sobbed uncontrollably. Then he laughed at her and pushed her off the bed. Ella cried out again in appreciation, grabbed her dress’s extra big sizes, and hurried out of bed. The king turned to face the glass.
Ella wiped her crying cheeks on the palm of her hand and continued to weep as she headed out the door.
King Spenser’s announcement of “three nights” caused Ella to halt suddenly at the entrance. She looked in his direction, but he continued to face the window and wasn’t paying attention to her.
“Get yourself together; you only have three nights. For after that, I won’t take any more of your lame excuses.”
Ella took a deep breath, looked down at the floor, and then exited the room.
Ella struggled much before she finally found the door that led to her private quarters. She walked and turned, and cried a little, but she eventually found it.
She entered the room, shut the door, and collapsed into the king-size bed to cry.
For three days, she couldn’t sleep as the King’s words played over and over again in her mind. Three nights’ worth of sleep.
Oh! How hopeless she felt.
Since she had never had much of a relationship with the King, she couldn’t be too hard on herself. All her life, she had been waiting to meet him, and on that very day, he wanted to have sexual relations with her. No, she couldn’t bring herself to commit what seemed like rape to her.
However, three nights? What should she do now to be ready? How well acquainted would she get with him?
If only there were a way to alter all these things. If only there were a way to make today different…. She’d be willing to sacrifice almost everything if given the chance.