Eighty-Seven

Ashanti

Sitting at the dinner table which was elegantly arranged with assorted meats and salads. Ashanti was chewing slowly. Her lips were full, making me drool. I wanted to taste them again, but I held off, knowing she had a guest

She was fucking beautiful dressed in black jeans and a red tank top. I took small bites of my steak and watched Archibald who sat opposite me, a pale and slim man who must have been as a result of the hardships he endured during his imprisonment by Ashanti's father.

Ashanti delicately removed the ring from her finger and placed it into its case before handing it over to Archibald.

"This is your legacy as the king. My work here is done,” she said softly. Archibald stared at the ring without touching it.

"Honestly, you deserve to be queen more than I deserve to be king.”

Ashanti's mouth gaped open in shock. “You can't be serious,” she asked incredulously and Archibald gave a short laugh.

"I've got no ambition, no skills or knowledge that will help me lead