Lady In Red

21

My head dipped and pushed into his chest as he effortlessly walked with long strides towards our chambers.

He set me down on the bed and there was a minute of silence as Maya walked in with hot towels for us. She sets it down as The King looks out the window away from us while unhooking his shirt.

I gulp as she peeks up to see what he is doing and she looks at me with a frown.

What?

What was she looking at me for?

~*~

I raised my eyebrows as she slowly got up and cleared her throat. He doesn't move.

She then kneels before me and helps me take off my shoes. Those dreaded shoes. I loved them but my feet couldn't agree. I wince at the pain in my heels and push the dress down.

I was bleary in fact, I couldn't think straight.

I watched the king in fear as he took off his shirt and flung it over the couch before the mantle while Maya undid my hair. I felt better as the ornaments were taken off my head.

"Miss, can you move? " She asked softly.

"You call your queen that? "

We both snapped our heads at King Xerxes, his voice booming through the whole chamber and she immediately went on her knees shaking her head.

I flinch at his tone myself, keeping my hand over her shoulder and reassuring her of no harm.

"Forgive me your Majesty's. " She apologises profusely as the king walks just a few steps ahead with a glass of brown liquid. His face held disappointment and earth.

"If you can't address her as your Queen, you might well be exiled for your indecorum" He stated nonchalantly raising the glass to his lips.

I couldn't dare speak but when I saw her trembling in fear I couldn't take it.

"I.. " My tongue was caught. My eyes widen as he looks at me. My heart fell. He looked frightening, with a macabre look in those eyes of his, I could see why people feared this man.

"I asked her to call me that." I almost choked saying that.

"Did you? Or are you trying to save her? "

Why was he so rude?

I frown looking at him with Maya still on the ground. On her knees.

"No. I got tired of everyone calling me by my title all day. She is one of my primary maids. I gave her permission."

I see his left brow raise as he sets his glass down.

"Out"

She immediately stood up and bowed before scurrying out. The door closes and I see dread fill my body.

He was angry no doubt. And I had now made it worse. I sit there, frozen in worry, twisting the fabric of my dress in my hands.

"Get up"

He commands, walking to me. I take a deep breath before standing up but my legs gave in. My vision became blurred as I felt myself sway and almost fall before he caught me.

I could feel my body press against his and his warmth engulfed me like a blanket. I chuckled... For some reason. Feeling tickles on my neck. When I opened my eyes ever so slightly. I was in his arms, being carried.

I snapped my neck up as he carried me to the powder room. His effortless strength made me feel like I would swoon over him every day.

Oh.. Yes. I was swooning.

I bite my tongue and stay still as he sets me down on the chair before my vanity.

"I didn't know my wife loved drinking. "

I gulp shaking my head side to side and looking down as he moved my hair across my back to my right.

His fingers linger on my neck just for a while, before he unhooks the necklace and sets it down over the vanity counter.

I gulp closing my eyes as he leans down, anymore of him I could not afford to see. It was simple too much. His lips pressed against my ear before I felt him take my earrings off. I had jerked my head away only slightly out of shock but I could feel his disapproving look through my shut eyes.

My eyes opened in disbelief and embarrassment as I feel my laces being undone from the back. For a women, to have her laces undone by a man was an obscene act.

Even if he was my husband, I felt shy. As if it was something bad.

I lick my lips taking the dress off but only over my torso. My cream corset and thin petticoat are now exposed.

"So beautiful"

I heard him as he undid my corset. I was in fear he might be annoyed with all those laces. But he was slow. He seemed to find his amusement in plucking each of them individually.

I felt it loosen and it dropped down before I pressed my hand on my chest. I take a sigh. Feel it come off me almost forgetting who was undressing me.

I didn't remember taking my hand off my chest.

My petticoat was see-through. I blush embarrassed. But when I saw my face in the mirror. I was even more flustered. My face was red, My neck was red, my hair was fuzzy. I looked like a mess!

And him... I saw him in all his naked glory.

When did he take his trousers off?

I had no idea... And I didn't mind seeing that line stretch from his sides to..

Oh my god..

I snap my eyes back down to my legs.

"Up"

I tried to avoid my eyes from falling over that. But I couldn't because he walked right in front of me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

My obedience was laughable, It came so naturally to me.

When my chest brushed against his and I saw him close his eyes and tilt his head back before wrapping his hands behind my back. I liked the hug. I was enjoying the hug.

Till I feel my dress fall on the floor and the cold air brushed past my body. I shiver in his arms.

Making him nuzzle his head in my neck.

"Have I made you angry? "

My tongue seemed to talk on its own now.

"No" That was a curt reply.

"Then why do youuuu seem angry! "

Why was it like this? To me... I was talking properly. But then I heard myself. How could l slur my words before the King?

The KING!

I slapped my hands on my mouth, my heart beating fast as he stared down at me with his dark eyes. I took this as a sign to accept his wrath. He seemed the type of man to kill people over a simple joke. No humor.

As I made the daring move to stare at his eyes, I noticed a thin white scar over his temple at the right. I wonder how he got so many scars, his body was covered in them. Battles? Or perhaps training?

"I am not angry "

His soft voice reaches my ear.. pulling my eyes down to his lips. When he puts his hand on the back of my waist and leans down. His lips purposefully brush past my neck before he pulls away.

"No? "I pout asking. I forgot I had to stay quiet.

He doesn't answer. I feel my corset drop down and my petticoat suddenly take off. I stood naked before him yet again bare, hot and yet cold altogether

I gulp pulling my arms together to cover my breasts but.. It didn't help. They were big enough not to be covered by my hands. I look down, embarrassed yet again.

He seemed to have this impossible effect on me. Making me feel nervous, shy, scared, and unable to keep my mind at ease.

I sucked in the cold air as his finger reached to my chest, he grabbed the pendant of my chain and stared.

If I could say, I felt his touch over my skin even though his finger nearly touched me, I wouldn't be able to put in the right words to describe the feeling it gave.

The sheer ability of this man to make me feel before he did it was incredible. His aura was incredible. It aroused me, and made me feel stupid.