by Gigi Thorne
He levelled me with his deadly glare. “Maybe that would be the truth if your queen didn’t love me and if your son was, in fact, yours.”
“You’re lying.”
“What turned you?” Luke asked, closing the distance between us.
“Callum is mine,” I insisted, the remains of my heart shattering like a broken mirror at my feet. “He’s mine!”
Luke gripped me by my collar. “We’ve suffered enough. We’ve fucking suffered enough, Alex!”
“You forgot about me!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “It was the three of us and we were all that mattered! I gave you my love and loyalty and the minute you two started fucking! I was nothing, I meant nothing!”
“We fell in love, what the hell did you expect?”
I ripped at his hands around my neck. “I expected to matter! To exist. You were my brother, my best friend and she got in the way of us, of our friendship. We were meant to rule together!”
“You mean to tell me you took the throne and Fina because we didn’t pay enough attention to you?!”
I pushed at his chest and he didn’t budge. “You discarded me like rubbish. You know damn well you two were all I had. You didn’t care! So, I took what meant most so you would know how it felt. I just wasn’t sure if it was the crown or her that meant more, so I got greedy. I did fancy her and her tight little cunt until she grew needy.”
My face exploded in pain as I stumbled to the floor. Luke shook out his fist as he towered over me where I fell. “It was her. It was always her, fuck your crown, you can keep it. You’ll die miserable and alone because you’ll never learn it doesn’t mean shit if you don’t have someone to share it with.”
I wiped the blood from my chin as I charged towards him. “I can and will make you disappear.”
His fist shot out again and I was sure he’d broken my nose. I held it with both hands, my face spewing blood as I screamed for my guards who never answered. Heads would roll for it.
“You’re still a pissed off little boy,” Luke hissed, jerking me to stand and gripping my bloody shirt.
“Think whatever you want, but you’re not taking my family!”
“I’ll fucking kill you right here if you call them yours again. It’s over.” He let me go and slid his hands into his trouser pockets. “They are my family, Alex, no matter how hard you try to twist it. And I’m not leaving without them. I’ll take you down, and I have the power to do it. You took her from me once, and I made the mistake of letting her go. I won’t do it again.”
“You seem to forget one small detail,” I said through bloody lips. “She is the Queen.”
Luke shrugged. “Strip her of her title and divorce her. If you don’t want a scandal, then keep my son your prince. Funny how this played out. Now you get the choice of a bastard of your own to dethrone. Though I’m pretty sure my toddler could do a better job than you.”
“I won’t believe it.” I shook my head. “She would never…”
Luke leaned forward, his tone ice. “You changed her, your lies and deceit changed her. She took a page from your book of evil fucking deeds, it should make you proud.”
Straightening my posture, I resumed my seat at the table and cut into my meat. “I’ll take all of this under advisement.” I pointed my fork at his phone. “See your way out.”
Luke smashed his fist on the table in front of me. “Let us go! Let us be, let us finally have some fucking happiness! You can’t escape this, it’s not going away! For once in your fucking life, do the right thing! Alex, look at me.”
Swallowing, I met his pleading gaze. “You don’t want this life with her. You’ve punished me enough. If not for her, for Callum. I won’t ever give up, Alex. Ever. Just let them go.”
I stood abruptly, my chair clattering to the floor. “Remington!”
The red-faced man was in proximity within seconds. Luke’s face contorted into something I couldn’t quite discern.
“What are you doing here?”
“Sir?” Remington answered without so much as a glance in Luke’s direction. “Pack the Queen and Callum’s things, they will be on holiday indefinitely.”
“I’ll see to it, sir.”
Luke looked blankly between the two of us.
“Didn’t realise your man was working for me? Trust me, it’s been to my advantage.” I pressed my napkin to my lips. “You had your moles, Luke, I had mine.”
I gave him a dismissive wave of my hand. “Go on now, you have your bastard and your whore. But I would watch your back if I were you.”
Luke charged towards me just as Remington appeared back at the doorway, bringing Luke to a halt with his words. “Sir, with all due respect, need I remind you I have monitored all of your transgressions for the last year at your request. Should anything happen to this man and his family, I will see to it that you are exposed and I can guarantee I have far more than what was on that video. Please consider this my notice of resignation.”
All the blood left my face as Garrison took a step from behind him and entered the room with a smug smile. “I’ll see to it as well.”
Rage boiled through my veins as I looked at my former lover. “This was all your grand plan! You dare defy me on the day it matters most!”
“When I’m at my lowest,” Luke muttered towards Remington. “You said you would be there when I was at my lowest.”
“Sir.” Remington bowed as they both shared a smile and Luke turned my way, his expression screaming ‘checkmate.’
Garrison looked pointedly at Luke. “I’ve made mistakes, I’m willing to atone for.” Remington gripped Garrison’s hand and squeezed and they looked at each with tenderness and pride. Instantly I felt sick.
I ripped at my shirt, suddenly choking on the feel of it. “Is there no loyalty left in this world? Jesus.” I pulled at my hair, my next words for Garrison. “Just because I no longer wanted your old, wrinkly cock years ago you’re willing to throw your position away?” The quicksand started at my feet, filling quickly into the very last recesses of where my heart used to be.
Garrison shook his head. “If you were a worthy king, my loyalty would never be in question.” He cleared his throat. “As it stands, you aren’t. And rest assured Luke’s son will have his place. Atonement, King, yours starts now.”
Enraged, I cleared the dinner in front of me. It was utterly ruined. Choking, I looked to Luke who stared at me with pure hatred before he left me without a reason to rule.
Epilogue
Two years later…
Luke
“Daddy, don’t move!” I rolled my eyes as my son again tried to shoot me with his sword.
“It’s not a gun, son.” I turned to my wife who was cooking dinner. “Are you sure you didn’t drop him?”
“Not funny,” she scorned. “He’s been asking for a gun, I told him no, this is what we get for rebellion.”
“Come here,” I said, scooping Callum up into my arms, tossing him up while he squealed in delight. “Like guns, do you?”
“Yes!” he answered enthusiastically before I set him down.
“Well, Daddy equipped you with the best kind of sword.”
Sarafina’s face turned crimson as she looked at me pointedly. I would pay for that. I shrugged as my son looked at me curiously. “The sword is so much better than a gun, do you know why?”
“Why?”
“It requires far more skill. And this particular sword belonged to a noble little boy.”
“Who?”
Fina and I shared a look. “He’s long since fallen into a bad man. But that’s not the point.”
“Daddy, I want a gun.”
“No, son, you want a sword. See?” I did a few moves with Alex’s old fencing sword as Callum’s eyes grew wide.
“Again, again!”
“I’ll teach you, but you have to agree to give up the gun.”
“Gree,” Callum said through a mouth full of cheese.
“Okay, we start tomorrow morning when yo
u wake up.”
“Gree,” Callum said, laughing as he latched onto my leg. I pulled him to me and took a seat in one of the wooden chairs I’d just finished in our cottage. Surprisingly enough the menial task of carving still curbed my cravings for a drink.
Callum looked up at me. “He’s a bad man?”
“The worst,” I said with a nod. And yet he still ruled. But Alex was on borrowed time, and I had no doubts he would be his own undoing. My son would one day take his place, but until then we had our own palace walls.
“Daddy, I don’t want the bad man.”
“You don’t want to be a bad man?”
“You won’t be,” Sarafina said with surety. “You’ll be the best king this country has ever known,” she declared with pride as she winked at him.
“With the biggest sword,” I whispered in his ear.
I woke to a warm mouth wrapped around my cock as her silky hair tickled my navel.
I gathered her golden tresses in my fist as she hummed her ‘good morning’ and grinned down at her sheet covered head. “I’ve never been so in love with you.”
Her answering giggle had my balls tightening as I unveiled her. My gaze was met with the sight of her full lips around my cock, beautifully rounded breasts, and a budding stomach, our second child growing safely beneath. She pumped my dick with her fist as she smiled up at me. “I didn’t get sick this morning and so I thought I would test it out a bit further on your sword.”
“By all means,” I grunted out pumping my hips, “proceed.”
She swallowed me whole, taking me to the back of her throat and I damn near jackknifed at the feel of it. Her enthusiasm alone had me close. I stopped her assault, pulling her under the arms to line up with my cock. She was gloriously naked.
“I dreamt of an angel last night with fair hair and swollen-sweet lips.”
Trailing her bottom lip with my finger, she gasped as she sank onto me. Her hair fell in waves around her shoulders.
I licked the pad of my thumb and slowly massaged her clit in circles.
“I dreamt of days spent smiling across tables full of gold-coloured matters while we kept our crimson secret.”
“I love you,” she rasped out, picking up speed as I pumped into her.
“And I would never rule her as a king but love her as a man, though she would always be my queen.”
When I imagined that poem for her, I thought that we would rule a kingdom together, that power and wealth would go hand in hand with my loves promise. The truth was, we were king and queen when we met, rulers of our own fate, our own destiny. Loving her taught me humility and my son taught me grace. It had nothing to do with riches, and our wealth lay in our freedom to love each other, in the life we made, in the love we had that was abundant and forever.
Eternal.
“Daddy! I ready to sword!”
THE END
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