Chapter 2

  

  I was being taken away by some unknown men, and my parents weren't saying a word to stop them; I felt so hurt and worthless.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Was this why they were acting suspiciously all the period of my birthday? Were they expecting this to happen? Who was the rich-looking young man dressed in a royal robe? He stood in front of my parents so strongly and powerfully.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I hated myself for not being able to defend myself and my parents, and I hated the woman I had become after the coma. I was now a weak duckling.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "What do I owe to deserve this kind of treatment from you and your master?" I asked the very mighty-looking black man, who wasn't smiling a bit as he turned to me coldly with no expression written on his face.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "He is not just my master, he is the King of Guham, and you're betrothed to him, so you should learn to get used to him or watch yourself be his sex slave," the man said sternly and faced the air staring at nothing in particular.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I was a bit confused by what he said; what did he mean by me being betrothed to the man inside who happened to be the ruthless and cruel sex addict king we always heard about, when and how did this happen, and how will such thing happen without my parents informing me?

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Was all this happening because of the piece of land? Why don't they give me time to work hard and pay them… What the hell am I saying? Where can I get the kind of job that will give me enough money to pay for the land?

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  But still, I can't just be sold to the king unwillingly! Why have my parents decided to reject me right after I recovered from a coma? Wouldn't it have been better to die from the coma than marry the ruthless young king?

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  The stories I have heard about him were in no way good; according to what I have heard, he has four wives, and he doesn't care about any of them as he sleeps with any lady he wants. So being married by the king is basically making me a fifth wife!

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  The thought of that nearly made me puke. This wasn't what I planned for my life; I had always wanted to get married to my heartthrob and not be an enslaved person in the name of Wife.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I sat sadly in the big golden chariot, thinking of what the king would do when he comes in here, what it would be like being his wife, and how I would tell him how I hate him.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "The King is here," the guard said, coming down from the chariot as he helped the king into the chariot, leaving the both of us inside and climbing on the white and brown horse.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "Nice to see you, wife. I bet you will have a beautiful life with me instead," he said as he giggled in a cocky way, making me sneer in disgust. How dare he.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "Where are my parents?" I asked, ignoring his words.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "About to die in 3 seconds," he said as the chariot started moving with the guards following from behind on their horses.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "What do you mean by that!?" I was already scared because I knew what he was capable of doing.

  

  

  

  Just then, our house blew up!

  

  

  

  "My parents were inside! Why did you do this just after taking me away from them!" I cried as I held his collar, forgetting who he was. I couldn't imagine losing my parents in such a way after leaving them for three years!  "They tried their best to sell me to you just because of a piece of land, and you killed them? Why are you so cruel? Why have you decided to ruin my life so early!" I cried as I freed him from my grip.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "Your parents didn't sell you to me. They used you to pay for their debt; you were betrothed to me even before you were born, so I own you," he said, straightening his expensive robe, which I really rumpled "and for this damage?" He said, pointing at the robe "you will pay for it because I can't wear it again," he said and pulled his very thick black colored side cut hair to the back of his ear as it was obstructing his view.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I was so sad about losing my parents, but at the same time, I felt total hatred for them. How could they promise the king marriage with me and not tell me? They sold me to the king as if I was worthless and a burden to them.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I turned to look at the person I was to get married to. He is a King with a reputation.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  He was so emotionless, cruel, ruthless, and filled with pride and power, yet still blessed with such beauty.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  How can a man have such beautiful thick black hair, a hair far prettier and thicker than mine and many other ladies, I am sure he uses a lot for his hair to look that beautiful with a very attractive side cut that covers his left eyes no matter how hard he tries tucking it to the corner of his ear.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  His red lips were so thick and outstanding, looking so wet as if he's been kissing all day long… What I'm I saying? He is King Archer, the ladies' man.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I was so angry at myself for admiring his features. It was a sight to behold!

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  He turned to me, looking straight into my eyes with those seductive sharp hazel eyes of his! I hated his eyes on me! It was making me lust. I am supposed to be angry and not admire him.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "I'm sure my to-be wife already hates me… Don't worry, I promise to treat you nicely," he said, giving that smile I hated as he caressed my cheeks.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  We rode into the castle to see people standing on both sides in a straight line with their heads bowed; they were obviously the maids and guards.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I scanned around the castle as my mouth dropped open in shock. This wasn't just a castle but a magnificent building that looked like a dream house with its huge silver gate that definitely was made by the richest welder.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  The castle walls were made with expensive marble that shone to the brightness of the sun, and the windows and doors were made of clear smudgy glass.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Such a beauty to behold in the kingdom of Guham, and I never got to see it!

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "You see… All this people are waiting for your arrival to tell you how important you are. All you have to do for me now is try to act like a Queen that you're because you're royalty now; I don't want you to act all masculine like a warrior," The king said as I rolled my eyes and the guards opened the chariot, they helped me down gently.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  The smell of the pretty and well-treated roses and daffodils filled my nose as I sniffed it in with confidence.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  The king held my hand so tightly as we walked through the carpet as the guards and maids bowed. Just then, four ladies strutted majestically to us with fake smiles as they pecked me a welcome.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I could tell that they were the king's wives and what they did was a normal ritual, and I could tell that they didn't like me with the look on their faces.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  The king and I walked to the castle entrance, about to enter the very big building, as one of the maids walked up to me and bowed respectfully.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  She was a beautiful blonde with a butt length hair that stood out amongst others and beautiful small green eyes as bright as ever and, to round it up, sun-kissed skin that obviously didn't see the sun even a bit… Yeah, right, they never leave the castle for any reason whatsoever.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I was feeling so intimidated by her beauty already to imagine her as a palace maid! Hasn't King Archer, the ladies man, seen her? Because I am sure he would want her as a wife or a sex slave.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "You're welcome, my Queen; I have been waiting to see you…I am Sage, and I am assigned to take care of you as a personal maid," she said in a bow as I nearly choked… A personal maid? Why? And how can such beauty be my personal maid when she is obviously prettier than I am with a pretty body shape too!

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "You're beautiful," I blurted a compliment.

  

  

  

  "Thanks, my Queen; I would love to take you to your room," she said, still lowered in a bow, she wasn't just making the mistake of looking into my face… Was it a bad thing to look into a Queen's face or something?

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "Lead the way." 

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  @pop precious