Married To The Dominant King

NORA “I can’t wait to see you full and round with my child.” He caressed my cheeks trialing soft kisses down my neck to my collarbone. We were standing on a cliff side. Our favorite spot. A place we would come to, every once in a while, away from everything else. It was a beautiful place and site. Flowers everywhere. I was so happy, so in love with my husband. “Zane.” I whispered, very aroused by his passionate caressing. “Our child, you mean.” I teased. He laughed and stared down at me. “You bet right. Ours. Our baby, a symbol of our love.” I stared up at my one true love, my king, the king of my heart, body and soul. “I love you Zane. Please Make love to me. I need you now.” He bent his head down trialing his nose down to mine, down to my lips before he crashed his lips to mine. “I love you too, Maran. Making love to you is what I live for.” He whispered against my lips as he slowly bit down on my ear gently, trailing kisses down my neck then back to my lips again. He ravaged my lips, cupping my breast in the process. He pulled back a little and stared deep in my eyes. “You my Queen, belong to me. You are mine. Mine.” With that he crushed his lips down on mine again, kissing me passionately. We were so lost in each other’s embrace, we were so madly in love, the passion between us was blazing so high in flames. Suddenly I felt something was wrong. I lost my footing. I was slightly slipping. Out of nowhere I lost my grip and footing and began to fall. Out of instinct I got hold of a branch of tree, and I held on to it for support. I looked down, and couldn’t stop the instant panic I felt at that moment. I looked down again, and screamed. There was no way I would survive a fall from here. I was about to fall and I was horrified. Then panic shrugged through me like electric bolt. Where was Zane? Oh my God, is he safe? I screamed and looked back up. But he was nowhere to seen. He has disappeared. How can anyone just disappear just like that. I would have noticed, or heard him if he had fallen down the cliff. Did he abandon me? Why would he leave me? No, My Zane would never leave me to die here. I screamed and cried my lungs out for help, trying as hard as I could to hold on to the tree longer for help to arrive. Maybe Zane went to search for help. Just as I was deep in my frantic thoughts, I felt something hit me hard on my head. The pain was so unbearable, I almost lost hold in that instant. I tried to look up to see what had hit me. It was a person bending down over me, holding something like an iron rod. It seemed that I was hit with the iron. I try to make out who the person was but everything was so blurry and I was losing consciousness. I try with all my strength to hold on longer, but I lost my grip. I fell off. And continued falling, I wait for my definite death to come. But my fall was not stopping, I fell and fell and fell..... I jumped out of my bed, sweating and in tears. It was a dream. Again. A different dream each time, yet with the same man each time I wake up. Zane. I keep calling him Zane. I’ve never met anyone by that name before and it was strange that I keep dreaming about a very handsome man with that name. And each time I wake up sweating and crying. I need help. I really do. This was getting out of hand, and I’m scared I might be having some dream sickness. Is that even possible? Do people have dream sickness? I’m really going mad. I just hope my dreams don't turn out like the elms street movie one day, because they are beginning to creep me out. I got off the bed and grabbed my iPhone. I was obsessed with my phone. The first thing I always grab when I get off from bed is my phone. I checked the time, and almost had an heart attack. I have a damn flight to catch in two hours and I’m just waking up? Who the fuck does that? I forgot to change my alarm, from nine o’clock of my usual wake up time to eight o’clock. I am traveling to Yildiz, a small town in Turkey, my homeland. I was born from a traditional Turkish noble family. My dad is a chieftain and nobleman, he is the chief advisor to the king. The king’s lineage is from the Ottoman Empire and I heard he is very feared and respected in turkey. Due to issues between the government and royals in the past, the Royals keep a low profile. The King is a billionaire in his own right, creating self-made businesses and job opportunities for his people. In other ways earning the respect of his people, government and other leaders. I don’t know much about any other thing, except what my dad always shares with me. He is proud of his king and country. I was raised in America, after my parents divorced and my mom moved here to the states. I have never been to Turkey, despite my dad’s persuasion all this years. He has always been a good father to me, always flying over to see me on graduations, school programs and so much more. I think it’s been overly selfish of me not to have visited him even once. Now he’s coming over for my eighteenth birthday, but I’ve decided to surprise him instead. Fly over to Turkey for my birthday, and spend it with my dad. My mom is not happy about me going there though, but she has to understand I’ve been living with her all this years and I also have an obligation to my dad as much I do to her. I hurried to the bathroom to have a quick shower. I skipped washing my hair. Once done, I head over to my closet to dress up. Choosing to wear a striped cami top with wide leg pants paired with white heels. On my way to the living room, I grabbed everything I needed including my trench coat. In the kitchen I met my very worried mom. I don’t know what’s with her and why she was so worried. I was bound to visit my father sooner or later, so why not now? It’s not like I’m going there to stay forever. I’m starting university at Harvard soon, and that’s not something I wanted to miss. If she was this worried about about me traveling for a little vacation, I wonder how she’ll cope if I left for another city to pursue my career. I approached my mom, who is standing by the kitchen counter. A glass of water in her hands. Looking right at me, with a blank expression. “Mum, is everything alright?” I asked her. She continued to look at me without answering before she shook her head once and said nothing. “This is about me traveling to Turkey, right?” She remained quiet. I gently reached out and hold her hand, as I stroked her cheek with the other. She always liked it, when I did that. “Mum. Please, don’t do this. Lighten up a bit. It’s just a vacation.” I laughed, trying to lighten the mood, but the face that looked back at me was someone that was scared to death. Her eyes were wide, and deep in thoughts. I dropped my hand from her face and grabbed both her cold hands. Her hands were so cold. “Good lord. Mum what’s wrong? You are scaring me.” She shook her head viciously. “Don’t mind me. It’s nothing.” How does she expect me to believe that, for gods sake she looks pale. “Of course something is wrong Mum, please tell me. You are really scaring me right now.” “You won’t understand.” “Well try me. At least give me something. You don’t want me traveling when I’m worried about you. Right?” She looked up at me and with a serious look then held my hands in a tight grip. “It’s not safe for you there. Please don’t go there, Nora. Your are not safe there.” What? What does she mean by that? Mom is confusing the hell out of me. “What do you mean? I shouldn’t go there? There is something you are not telling me mom.” What’s going on here? Why is mom so scared. “What’s not safe about me traveling to Turkey Mum?”