Unloving His Majesty

Consummation

“Focus on me. Let all of them disappear,” Prince Maxwell urged before capturing her lips and passionately kissing her until a very familiar feeling of his wife’s warmth and her heart hammering against his, consumed him.

“Ahem!” one of the elders cleared his throat to remind the two of their presence.

“Eyes on me,” the prince urged the woman tensing underneath him. “I love you,” he declared before his manhood stretched its way inside her. Princess Zania winced as he captured her lips again.

“Relax, my love,” he gentle urged her, his voice strangely calming her down. “I am sorry,” he added as he slowly filled her core. His words and actions made her an emotional wreck. He had promised to be gentle, and he was. The gentleness reflected in his eyes as he gazed at her the whole time made her heart bleed. She yearned for all of that previously, but all he ever did was glare, scoff and looked at her with disdain and resentment. She could not hold back her tears as her breathing picked up, something foreign building up in her before her body vibrated and euphoric feeling washed over her. The memories she had about their consummation were horrific. He had taken her without care. She was in pain and he had not cared. She had been with him a multiple times after that previously, but she had never reached orgasm. He did not care about her at all. Did it mean he had really changed like her friend Celia suggested? Did it mean he would treat her people well as he promised?

She found him still gentle gazing at her as she recollected herself. His spear was still inside her. He was still gentle thrusting in and out of her and she could feel the euphoria building up again.

“I will love and cherish you forever,” he declared before his whole body tensed and he emptied his seeds inside her. His declaration made her want to burst out in tears. It was all she yearned for previously but she now knew that was never going to happen. It did not matter how much she tried to be a good wife, he would never love her. She was never going to put herself in a position where he could hurt her again. She would guard her heart with all her might. She would be self-sufficient and leave without looking back after their divorce.

The elders quietly left the room, satisfied that the union between the two would bring peace in their island. Some could not wait to call their recently expelled elders to inform them just how crazy the prince was with the princess.

Lady Mary could not hold back her tears as she eavesdropped on her father and brother’s conversation with the elders. Hearing how beautiful the consummation was between Prince Maxwell and Princess Zania crushed her heart into tiny pieces and filled her with resentment and hatred for the princess.

“She lied about not loving Max. She made me get both of you involved to get rid of all of us,” she accused. Her father and brother would still be elders had they not tried to convince other elders to disregard their consummation custom.

“You might have a point there, sis. No one could have told the Prince about this. She set us up,” her brother declared in agreement.

“She messed up with the wrong family,” their father declared with a dark heart. He might not be an elder anymore but he had a lot of influence in their tribe.

An hour after their consummation, Princess Zania laid in Prince Maxwell’s arms still an emotional wreck. She decided to take the opportunity to make her position clear before he said anything that would hurt her.

“I know that you are inlove with Mary. I will not stand in the way of your love,” she blurted out while he chuckled and shook his head.

His laughter took her by surprise. He looked exceptionally handsome when he smiled or laughed. It was strange to see him do because he never blessed her with that previously. Scowl, blazing eyes and hatred was all she was used to receiving from him.

“You are too precious to deal with that, my queen. I shall never have mistresses. I am all yours.”

She got off the bed and put on a gown before walking away to stand at the window with her back on him. Her tears rolled down as she took in the beautiful scenery of the ocean a distance away. She never even knew that such scenery existed because she was not allowed into his chambers previously. Her chambers were a whole wing away. He only came by when horny or furious with her.

She was lost in her thoughts and did not even hear him follow her out of bed, nor when he approached to stand behind her.

“Are you okay?”

The princess quickly wiped away her tears and flashed him a feigned smile.

“Can I make a request?”

“Of course. Anything for my queen.”

“I would like to have my own chambers.”

He raised his eyebrows, his heart breaking at her request. It seemed she was determined to keep her distance from him and he did not blame her, but he also had no intentions of granting her that.

“It does not have to be massive or even be furnished,” she added, her words piercing through him. He had indeed destroyed the woman who had given herself wholeheartedly to him.

“He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her back. I hear you, but how would we convince our people of this alliance if we are sleeping apart?” he asked softly, and did his best to hide his broken state.

Princess Zania momentarily closed her eyes. So much was different from her previous experience. She could not understand why he was trying to pretend to care this time around when he did not care about what people thought before. A thought crossed her mind that sent chills down her spine.

All she remembered was what happened up to the day he imprisoned and executed her. Maybe the few of what was left of her people had rebelled against him. Maybe he needed to convince her people that he cared and loved her before getting rid of her without raising any suspicions.

A loving king who even banned his ex from coming to the castle would not be a suspect in case of her death. The people would still love him. He would be with his beloved Mary in peace. He must have a plan in place to achieve that.

She had done her best to secure the wellbeing of her people. She thought she had at least five years to get out alive, but she might not have that long if he was going to change the way he treated her before. She needed to find a way to get herself certified as barren and get that divorce faster than it was usually done in their custom.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by his warm body against her. She gasped when she felt his manhood pressing against her.

“How much pain are you in, wife?” he asked with a voice raw with desire and nibbled on her ear, sending her chaotic emotions upside down.

“I…,” she gasped when he kissed her neck.

“Make love to your man,” he murmured before capturing her treacherous body.

An hour later, she laid in his arms again, emotionally exhausted. Nothing about her wedding went the way it did previously. Her treacherous heart was already debating whether what she experienced previously was not a bad dream.

“You are free to go,” she told him when he looked down at her.

“Go where, my queen?”

That charming baritone voice got her all gooey, but she rebuked her naive heart. It was all an act. She was not going to fall for it.

“It is just us now, Maxwell. We don’t have to pretend,” she told him.

His heart broke, but he could not blame her. He took his mistress to his bed that very night in their previous wedding. It was his way of consoling Mary for marrying the princess instead of her. It was his way proving to her that she had his heart. His wife’s request was getting him more convinced that she knew about their previous life and rebirth because she clearly remembered all of that.

“I don’t want to pretend either, Zania. I love you. I know that you have reservations about me, but I will capture that heart of yours eventually.”

She frowned at him. He sounded sincere, but that was impossible. The man she knew could never love her back, no matter how much she tried being a good queen.

“I don’t want you to love me, Maxwell. I just want my people safe, and the game reserve protected,” she blurted out.

“I will grant you that and more, my queen.”