There was a pause before the counselor spoke again. “Good. Then we have an agreement. That is all. Remember, you will be closely watched during your interrogations.”
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Days turned into weeks, and people started to expect Darian to become a king. The kingdom was abuzz. And yet there were those who believed in Nome’s return as rumors about him beeing alive grew.
It was a day like any other when Darian received a word from Lokir that everything was ready. The Queen was waiting for him in her chambers.
“So, that’s it?” he thought, his mind racing with disbelief. “Have I really won her hand in marriage just like that?”
“Come in,” Nymira’s voice floated through the door after a short knock.
Darian entered to find his mother standing by the window, her usual green robes swishing softly around her ankles. The room was warm and familiar, much as it had been on the King’s birthday.
“I came to talk. I know I made a promise to you…” Darian slowly rounded the bed, but did not come closer. He made sure little Tartuf wasn’t by the hearth; Gertrude must be busy with the child.
“I know what you came to talk about,” Nymira’s voice was muffled and calm, with a hint of irritability, as always. “Lokir told me everything.”
“He did?” Darian tried to look surprised, barely able to hide his amusement.
“He spoke of the old Serpent-Slayers tradition of a mother sharing a bed with her King son.”
Nothing in the queen’s demeanor or words gave away her attitude toward all that had been said. Is she annoyed? Is she angry? Or is the queen agreeable and willing to obey her fate?
“So?” he asked, unable to decipher her thoughts.
“So it’s time to put an end to this abominable tradition,” Queen Nymira declared, her voice firm and resolute. “And besides, as the king’s first son, Nome never stooped to such base acts.”
Darian scoffed. “And look where it’s gotten him and the king.”
The queen’s plump lips and eyebrows curved in anger at her son’s disrespectful tone. “How dare you speak of your father and brother in such a way?”
Darian stepped forward, circling his mother as she watched him warily. “Mother, I know you have doubts, but you must remember what you told me. You are a strong, fertile, and beautiful woman. My seed is as potent as King’s, and you are the only one capable of producing Serpent-Slayers.”
Nymira’s eyes widened in shock as she realized where her son was headed. “Darian, no,” she whispered, taking a step back.
But Darian was undeterred. “In the name of king’s memory and for the sake of the kingdom, I shall continue what he started. Do not make the mistake of denying me.”
As he spoke, Darian’s words carried a weight that seemed to fill the room. Nymira felt her resolve begin to falter… But still, the thought of bearing her own son’s child was a daunting prospect.
Realizing the true nature of Darian’s intentions, Nymira turned away.”I had hoped you’d abandoned those foolish ideas that led you astray before the king’s death. Get out. I don’t want to see you, Darian. Nome will return, and he will be the true king the kingdom deserves.”
“As you wish,” Darian sneered as he left the room, his anger palpable.
Before he could depart, however, Nymira had one final revelation to share. “The king and I were together when he died, and I am already pregnant with a child. I have no need for another one.”
CHAPTER 9. NOW OR NEVER
He spent the rest of day in thoughts. He can’t take her by force, it’s just doesn’t seem right and it shouldn’t be like that. And, by the way, Narim clearly messaged him what happened with last person who tried to rape the Queen.
Darian couldn’t shake the memories of the way Nymira had reacted to his words. The way she had paused, considering the proposition. Was it possible that she was willing to agree, unless it was all a figment of his imagination?
Darian spent hours lost in thought, replaying every moment of his interaction with the queen. The subtle nuances of her gestures and expressions haunted him, leaving him with a desperate hope that his desires were not in vain.
But for now, all he could do was wait and hope that fate would somehow bring them together in a way that was both safe and mutually satisfying.
The moon rose high outside the window, the middle of the night approaching. It was drizzling outside. Darian carefully pulled the small tobacco pipe away from his face and stared into the moon. As he turned to light a pipe, a shadowy figure in a black coat sprang from the shadows, sword drawn.
Darian’s heart froze as the attacker lunged towards him. He struggled to defend himself, parrying the blows as best he could. It wasn’t until the assailant paused for a moment that Darian recognized the face beneath.
“Braga?”
The bodyguard’s eyes burned with a fierce intensity as he leveled his sword at the young prince. “I have dreaded this moment for years, Your Highness. Don’t you remember my promise? With the king gone, the time has come for me to rid our kingdom of your weakness once and for all.”
Darian’s mind raced as he dodged another blow from the sword. He stood his ground, his sword flashing in the dim candlelight as he parried Braga’s strikes with all his might.
With a powerful shove, Braga threw Prince Darian against the cold stone wall. Darian stumbled, his head connecting with a brick which dislodged from the wall and clattered to the ground. Pain erupted through his skull, but he had no time to recover as Braga loomed over him, sword raised high.
“The spy gave me permission to kill you, Darian,” Braga spat. “I’m sorry, but you wouldn’t make a good king anyway”
But in that moment, something sparked within Darian’s mind. He recognized the fallen brick at his feet – a brick from his own hidden masonry. Without a second thought, he seized the dagger he had used to kill the king and hurled it with precision at Braga’s neck.
The blade pierced the full neck of the queen’s bodyguard, sinking deeply and causing blood to spurt out. Braga’s sword clattered to the ground as he grasped at his neck, eyes wide with shock and pain. As Braga stumbled back, Darian seized the fallen sword and thrust it into opponent’s heart, determined to end the battle once and for all. With a final, desperate surge of strength, he hurled bodyguard out the window, watching as the man’s body plummeted down into the abyss below.
“I am the King now. Long Live King Darian.”
He rushed to the doors, tightly but silently closing it behind, he went to the queen.
Torchlight illuminated the narrow corridor as he made his way towards the queen’s chambers. The whiff of draught and the flickering light of torches followed him as he moved deeper into the castle.
Finally, he arrived, only to be met by two guards.
“I’ll keep an eye on the queen to make sure she’s in no danger,” Darian stated.
The two looked at each other, pondering what had been said. Nevertheless, no one resisted as he entered, closing the door tightly behind.
As Darian entered, the night fire whistled dimly in the hearth, saturating the room with warm air mixed with the scent of mint. Tartuf’s crib was empty, which meant that the child must have been hidden somewhere safe for the night.
Prince’s heart ached as he approached the bed where his Mother lay. He couldn’t help but notice the gentle rise and fall of her mesmerizing breasts, her blonde hair spilled like a river of silk across the pillow, framing her face in a halo of softness. The light of the moon filtering in through the window cast a gentle glow across her skin, highlighting the delicate lines of the cheekbones and lips. Even in sleep, she exuded a regal elegance that left Darian in awe.
His gaze fixed on the swell of her breasts visible beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown. The unexpected sight caught him off guard, causing his heart to beat faster with a sudden rush of desire.
With trembling hands, Darian slipped off his cloak and placed it on a nearby fur-trimmed chair. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves before making his way towards mother’s bed, shrouded in darkness. However, Nymira stirred from her sleep, her eyes gradually adjusting to the faint light. She could make out the silhouette of her son standing beside her.
“Don’t…” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.”We can’t do this…”
He gently threw off the blanket, exposing the view of Mother’s entire body. His breath quickened as he climbed onto the bed, consumed by a rush of lust. Her gray eyes stared at him in the dark, the look on her face drove him crazy.
“I am the king now. You can’t say no to me. We do this for the kingdom, Mother,” he growled, moving his dick closer and climbed on top of her. “Your body belongs to me now.”
Nymira’s heart ached with conflicting emotions. She knew this was wrong, but the feeling of Darian’s body against hers was overwhelming, and the power dynamics between them seemed to blur in the heat of the moment.
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