The wedding was a rushed and a small affair. Most people did not want to come because they did not want to see this lucky person. This chosen one. This woman who would have it all. Have the respect, the power and the wealth. Not forgetting the crown. They were jealous of all the things she'd end up having.
Those who were there wanted to finally put a face on the mystery of this wife. This queen of theirs. But they had no such luck. The queen's veil did not reveal anything. Not even when they kissed did she get to be seen by the people. It frustrated people even the more when she and the king retreated to the inside of the palace. Leaving everyone with opened mouths. It had been a lake wedding. The whole reason the kingdom was called Emerald kingdom was because of the lake. The shine, colour and beauty of it only reminded people of emeralds. "Why won't she be seen?" One complained. She was here only for the big reveal of the queen. Only to just be like those who had not attended. She and the rest of them all was in the dark. The queen was still unknown. Not even her name was revealed by the priest when he told them about their vows."I wonder what the big secrecy is about!" This was Mona Diya, Michael's mother. She was very livid. Not even her son told her who the king was getting married to. Now this wasn't right on her books. She felt betrayed. Like she was supposed to have been the first one to know. In her mind she is more important than the rest in the king's mind and heart. She has more right to know. She was after all Mona Diya. The mother of one if not the greatest knight of the kingdom. She had more status than the others who were beneath her. This secrecy and unknowing made her feel anxious. She didn't like to feel anxious. She always wanted to be on top of things. Which wasn't happening at this moment. A whole wedding happened in public today but it felt like it could have been done in secret because there really was no difference in anything. It felt like everything was done in secret anyway. No one knew or saw the now queen of the kingdom. This was disturbing. Why was the queen being hidden from her people? Did they not need to know who their king's wife? Did they not all need to know who their queen who could rule if the king was no more? It was all so mysterious and so suspicious. Mona fanned herself with her hands at just the thoughts coming to her mind. "Who is this girl?" Now she wasn't just asking because she was curious. She was asking because she was a little annoyed by the whole thing. Because now she could see things another way around. Maybe this new queen was looking down on them. Why wouldn't she show her face to them? Maybe she thought she had a too good of a face to be seen by just the common people of Emerald. "Will I never!" Mona screamed causing those around her to give her only a once over because they did not get shocked or surprised by her outbursts she was known for them but that didn't stop them from checking in on her from time to time. "Mona what upsets you like this Mona dearest?" One of the checkers asked Mona who was already upset this question. This only fueled her rage to come out to the serious amount. "Mind your own business!" Mona shouted before she stormed away. Leaving the others again not shocked but puzzled at most. They really did not understand what Mona thought of herself. And they never cared to know. But it was evident to everyone that even if you didn't ask Mona would show this character of hers without warning. * * * The bride, the mysterious bride was followed by her groom to his bedroom. The door was closed and locked by the king. Who seemed very intent in not revealing his wife's identity. He linked his hands together. Looking at the wife he had married nervously. She only smirked her red lipstick being shown. "What is this? You show fear now? But husband you have already married me. Show happiness. Show delight." Her voice was like a lullaby. A sweet lullaby sang softly to a child's ear. It was very pleasing to hear. Most would be caught up in her voice and not actually look at her face. The face that everyone has been dying to see. The face she she hasn't revealed. Arthur's face was one of worry. Fear and anxiousness. He looked like a dying man who just wished to die faster than he already was. He addressed the room. "I have married you not out of love. Or adoration. I want only one thing from you." He paused for a little while to get his wits. "An heir. Your mother promised that only one night with you would offer me an heir. Did she lie to me?"The queen smirked. "My mother never lies...well sometimes she does but it is all in good reason. I promise you though you will get your heir.""Good"The queen knew her status. Her mother had trained her well. This was to get an heir for the king. Not about love. Or even marriage. She slowly laid herself on the white covered bed. Her eyes closed. Because even though she had acted so unafraid. She was frightened. This would be her very first time with a man. She had been told by her mother all there was to be done but it was very good advice to someone who knew what to expect. And she did not. The king took some time before getting on top of her. He too was shook by this. Oh gods! He wanted this whole night to be over and done with.
Michael was at the training grounds fighting with his dragon Jenkins. It was a crafty creature that did not use its fire until the very last moment. Michael knew this and he wanted to time it just right. He had his sword on his left hand swinging it smugly in order to cause the dragon an early release of that fire feared by all. Usually dragons did not like mortals acting smug to them so they always wanted to strike first when they saw that they were being disrespected. They saw themselves as the kings of kings. They had been alive for centuries. While the mortals only lived for years and then died ever so quickly. Jenkins was not so easily fooled. He could take this just like any great soldier. He would strike when necessary. Michael huffed. Only causing amusement from Jenkins."Fine then" Michael said in a battle cry his sword aimed directly at Jenkins who would not be swayed. He went to run and could see his target . His audience was captivated. His mother was nodding her head loo
Michael was asleep on his bed in his bedroom when he heard the door open. Him being a light sleeper opened his eyes ready to draw out his sword if this was a danger. But he was put to an ease when he came eye to eye with Arthur.He sat up from bed. His hands rubbing at his eyes. He pulled out his sword from the other side of his bed. Placing it on the little table close to his bed."My king. What brings you here?"Arthur had no answer for him. He should have been with his wife. It was nightfall but he couldn't seem to be able to force himself to go sleep in his bedroom . The bedroom that had his wife in. It had only been a few hours since they had gotten married. The queen was still not seen by anyone because she stayed where her husband left her. She still waited for his return but the king didn't return. Even now instead of being with her he was in his knight's bedroom .He stalked the bed. Michael didn't quite know how to react to him. This was not the king's first time in this roo
Like a vulture Michael ate the remains of the cake. It was too delicious for him to leave it just at a slice. That was why he ate the whole thing. It was a cake meant for the king. His mother had baked it especially just for the king who she knew had a sweet tooth. Her son and the king had been best friends for a very long time. This gave the cunning woman to know everything she had to know about the great king. His dislikes and likes were in her memory. Even sleeping she would tell you how he liked his tea and how he hated his meat."Mother what did you put in this? It's really good", he complimented as he licked his fingers making sure there was no lingering taste. "No wonder Arthur loves it so much ."His mother had not said a word just looked at her son. Observing him with her sharp eyes. He had not noticed this before. He had been too concerned in what he was eating than on his mother who was known of her unstoppable tongue. She could speak until you the one who was l
Arthur smiled. Joking was allowed. People could play with things. Maybe Michael thought he could play about this too. "Mike let's go to sleep. You must be tired". Michael's face changed. "Sleep?! Arthur did you not hear me? I am pregnant! I am carrying your baby! And you're telling me about sleep. I'm not sleeping. I am going to stand here until you hear me.""Mike what are you saying? And why are you shouting? I have two ears. And I am here standing in front of you tell me calmly what is happening."Michael took Arthur's hand. Taking it to his stomach. "This is your child. You placed him there.""You are serious?" Arthur asked now taking this whole thing very seriously. "Mike you can't joke with things like this""Would I really joke with something like this?! Don't you know me Arthur?" He pushed the king away from him. Turning to walk away only to be stopped by Arthur who held him from behind. "I'm sorry. Sorry that I am stupid. Sorry that I didn't believe you. Everythi
She was sure that her grandson was alright. He wouldn't be hurt by something so little. But she had to be sure. But even saw she had to check to make sure that truly everything was as it should with the little prince. She felt with her hands on Michael's stomach. Michael was biting at his finger nails. He bit his finger nails when he was nervous. As she had thought. Nothing was wrong with the baby. But she didn't say that to her son. "Do you see what you almost cost?!""What? Mom did I hurt him?" His eyes were blinking rapidly. His breathing going on overdrive. "Will he be okay? It's just been a week. ..will he-"Mona immediately regretted playing with her son like this. "Sorry dear. I was just making sure you won't do it again. You might not get this lucky next time. ""So he's fine?""Yes as healthy as can be."Michael threw a cookie to his mother's direction. "Mona don't do that! What if I had a heart attack here?" He brushed his not yet visible stomach. Glad th
Michael heard the screams upstairs. The midwives were there with Riya. Arthur continued to wrap Michael into his arms as they cuddled on the bed. "Arthur your wife is in labour" he reminded. "So?""What do you mean so? She is your wife. She is giving birth to your son. Your heir. The heir to the kingdom. You should be there."Arthur kissed Michael's neck. "Too kind. "Michael did not understand people telling him this. He wasn't kind just sensitive to things that happened around him."That woman has midwives looking after her she is going to be fine. Plus I married her because she is strong enough not to die in childbirth."Michael breathed holding his stomach. "Auh..hn""What is wrong?" Arthur asked quickly. Worry on his features. He and Michael sat up on bed. Michael held his hand. "Arthur call my mother.""What is happening? Are you okay?"'Ahh!" Michael screamed again. Squeezing Arthur's hand. "Call my mom! "Mona was a midwife. Michael didn't want anyone else helping
Two months later..."Garry my beautiful baby." Michael kissed the baby on his arms. As Arthur presented them to the crowd of people that came to witness this. "It's been long overdue. Too bad it took me almost dying and getting married to a sea witch to realize that I had everything I needed right next to me. My everything. My husband. And my co-king. I love you Michael." Yet again he made Michael blush without even trying. "I do not care about your opinions on the matter. All I wanted to address is that this man right here. This special gift that the gods have given me gave me a son. An heir. Your future king." The people went silent. Listening to their king's words. None spoke anything. Some had already accepted it. That this was how their kingdom would be now. It would be run by two kings. And that was that. But others were still stubborn stuck in the old ways as if they would help them move ahead in life. But nonetheless no one stopped the king's speech. "I give
Bang! The beating now didn't even have feeling to Harty now. He was used to it. His father's leather belt was just like one of his own now. Every lash that used to make him cry out in pain now felt like a pain that would eventually go away. He endured some more of the lashes. Not really paying attention how many they were. His father Oscar Declan was upset because yet another wife left him. Now he was unleashing all his frustrations on his son like always. "It is your fault! It has always been your fault!" He threw out insults like this all the time. "If you hadn't killed your mother I would be happy now!"Harty's mother died during childbirth. His father has always blamed him for it. As if he was at fault. As if he had something to do with his birth. It was not his fault his mother couldn't live longer than a few hours after his birth. It is not his fault that his father had to raise him himself. It's not his fault that every marriage after that has been nothing but a n