??THE KING
AND I??
Season_2_Episode_9???
Written by: Eunice Nwodu Ifunanya
Dawn’s pov?
I turned and the first person my eyes caught was King Lee…
I gasped and took a feeble step back.
Tell me am dreaming….?
He stood still at the door for a moment staring past me – at his mother.
There was a brooding silence as he hadn’t made a move yet.
He walked into the room fully and approached me. I shrunk afraid of what he would do to me.
I felt his soft hand hold my wrist sending cold chills down my spine. I slowly gazed up at him but he fixed his eyes to his mother.
He started towards the door dragging me along with him.
With the look of things, I could tell he was angry.
We left the room and met the King’s personal guards outside.
“Lock up this place and I want maximum security at this spot from now on. If anyone else trespasses this area, don’t hesitate to kill the person” He instructed icily.
The guards nodded immediately with a bow as he continued to dragging me along with him.
I couldn’t struggle with him since I’m left at his mercy. He can decide to kill me right now for walking into the room..
G©sh!
I just wanted to be free…
He pulled me all the way up to his chambers and Immediately we were close enough to his bed,, A hard slap landed on my cheek and I cringed.
Did King Lee just…?
I touched my cheek feeling the stinging pains the rings on his finger gave me.
I glanced at him devastated.
He glared calmly at me like he wasn’t the one that just hit me.
“What were you doing there?” He asked after a brief silence.
I gulped and slowly brought down my hand from my cheek.
“I wanted to save your mom” I replied in a flaccid tone.
He sighed and rubbed his forehead.
“Anna…Anna…Anna” He mumbled coming inches closer to me. I remained where I stood not afraid of receiving another slap.
His dark eyes pierced into mine.
“If she irritates me more, I’ll kill her by myself and I’ll make sure the t©rture would be unbearable. And as for you, don’t ever go there again. I don’t want you to have anything to do with her” He scolded and I nodded sheepishly.
Isn’t the queen his mother? Why would he despise her this much to have her in chains.
I never for one minute think it would be King Lee that would lock her up.
What on earth do I do about this??
He mumbled somethings before going to the bed. He laid on it and pulled the duvet up.
“I haven’t gotten enough sleep since the day we returned” He said and I approached the bed perturbed.
“Are you okay, your highness?” I asked and he held my wrist.
“I don’t know…get on the b.ed…maybe, that’ll make me feel better” He stated.
I did as he asked and he pulled me on to his body.
He caressed his l1ps on mine. I shut my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being kssed by him.
He unlocked and pulled me into a tight hug – his grip on me was possessive and demanding.
I could feel the tension in his body as he breath roughly against my neck.
“You’re sleeping here with me tonight” He whispered and I nodded austerely.
He stroked my hair and paused touching my cheek where he had slapped me…
“I’m sorry” He whispered and I twitched.
He’s sorry??
But then…
I sighed and held onto him.
Alicia’s pov?
“Stop this Tristan!” I groused trying to kick free from his arms.
“You are drunk Alicia…
This means you’re sad.
Why can’t you let me take care of you?” He snickered and I punched him on his cheek.
“I said am not interested Tristan!…I’m married to the king for peace sake. Leave me alone,, what we had was in the past” I cried struggling as he dropped me on the b.ed.
“The king doesn’t treat you the way you should be treated…and he doesn’t care about you” He retorted persistently.
I was so drunk and could barely keep my eyes open.
The emotions were too much for me to endure so I decided to get drunk.
Tristan offered to carry me back to my room but he’s asking for something deep before he leaves.
He’s such a devil to be able to subdue me whenever he asked for a favor.
“Stop being so stubborn!” He yelled and pinned me back on the b.ed.
Suddenly, I felt something strong plunge into my v and I cringed.
He made me so full with his enormous thing.
“Should I stop?” He asked with a smirk and I seethed in discomfort..
He knows my weak spot.
“Please Tristan…” I murmured feebly.
“Say it well Alicia” He cooed and I growled.
“Please fk m…” I whimpered breathing fast.
He smiled a bit.
All of a sudden, the door opened and our eyes darted to it.
Oh goodness!
It was Xenia walking into the room.
Sht!
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