Magnus said nothing in response to Norman but his eyes showed a blazing line of fire, right across his pupil.
Even if he knows that he is interrogating Lyla the wrong way, and that he should stop it if not she might have emotional instability, he doesn't mess with her.
While will he need a man who dumps women when he have finished working on them, to test his wife? For what?
What if she becomes mental out of insecurities and all that?
She said she isn't ready... She didn't say she needs an evaluator.
Magnus smiles at Norman who laughs out of the drinks he have had.
"Make sure he still remains in this state. He will spend quality time with the reptiles of the dungeons"
And so it is. Additional wine is served to Norman who takes it in delight and attempts to take a maid so they could have fun.
Magnus says nothing but exits the room.
He will be dead by morning, Magnus reasoned.
He stood by the door of their chamber and listened to the soft sobs of his wife in pity. He don't know how to be a loving husband...
Or wait...
He don't know how to handle her. Being loving isn't a problem but handling her. What does she wants from him?
And then he reasoned.
Love. That's all what women wants from their husbands.
He stepped back and sighed as he walked to the throne room.
"Kahn!"
I know this is a mistake. Why is it everything in my life that has all the damages? I feel like I have broken a shell now.
If I can just get to him!
Three days is not enough to know the background and origin of a person, it just makes you to know the foundation. And nothing else.
"Who's that?" I ask with a watery nose but another creak of the door came my reply.
I sit up and quickly wore my robe.
"Come out whoever is there! Don't make me get angry!" Cause I am!
Then the door opened wide and in came a red eyed man with a golden and shiny armour. I must say, I'm impressed!
He got the eyes of a goddess and his handsomeness is beyond words.
"What... What can I do for you?" I ask innocently.
He smirks devilishly and walks into I and Magnus chamber with boldness.
"So you're the King's beloved wife, huh?" he asks.
My back smacks the wall squarely as I walk backwards without even knowing.
"Answer me, are you?"
I don't answer cause my breath and voice seems to forsake me. I stare at him and keep wondering how he got to our chamber.
Where are the guards?
His face turns into a frown as inches became the measurement between us. The tip of his nose touching mine and I shiver uncontrollably.
"No one, keeps mute when the King asks questions"
He then swoops me off my feet and I fight hard to make him let go of me.
"Let me go!... Argh"
I am not the type of Princess that keeps quiet for the sake of Royalty!
I quickly grab the vase beside my side of the bed and broke it on his head.
"Urgh!" he drops me on the floor and he struggles with his head.
But it seems like I have made a blunder.
He grabs me by the neck and pins me on the wall, making my breath to not pass normally through my lungs.
"You think a beauty like you can make me stop!" he yells and the tears in my eyes evolve the more.
He crashes his lips unto mine but I resist to be fooled by such kiss. I knee him in between his legs and on his groin.
Ha! Take that!
Everything turns silent all of a sudden.
He stands up slowly and grabs me by the neck again.
Who is this man!
Pinning me on the wall, his tongue surveyed my neck and I feel disgust run through my veins!
I try to breathe and stop him but I can't. He's stronger than me! Way, stronger!
"Thank your husband for making me taste you, it's a pleasure" he whisper and let go of my neck.
I pant heavily and hold on to my chest in pain and stress. I feel like I have already dried up!
I look up at the door just to see the man that did this to me fall and Magnus erupt from the door.
"Magnus... " I whisper, but all turns into darkness.
Magnus rushed back to the room to get his cloak and spear for training when his eyes met with something unpleasant.
Norman. He is in his room, forcing himself on his wife.
Magnus admired the boldness of Lyla when she kneed him between his legs. The way she did it... Turns out she really went on the battle field when she was at Barune. She did it so skillfully.
Just as Norman had his last rough kiss with her, he turned just to meet the eyes of Magnus.
The wolf in him started to grow as his fingers grew into claws. His eyes turns red and his neck became white fur with the hair on his head.
"Mag... Magnus?"
Norman's eyes widened but before he did anything, Magnus swiped his hand across Norman's neck and blood splashed from his neck.
Magnus stared up and saw his wife on the ground, she didn't move.
She fainted. Probably because not much air passed through her lungs.
Von Kleist that came to call the King stopped when he saw the wolf self of Magnus and sighed.
"What is the problem now?" He mumbled
He quickly rushed to the door post to see Norman's body.
Magnus returned to his original self in a jiffy and walked pass the body of Norman to his wife.
"Call the guards and maids. Let the guards and servants handle him while the maids go to the healing chamber"
Von nodded and did as he was instructed.
Magnus stared at Lyla and immediately found her attractive while her eyes were closed. Her white face, brown hair and pink lips were to his satisfaction.
His eyes trailed down her body, trying to see if there was any fault with her. But no..
He carries her and leave the chamber, the maids following far behind and quickly when they saw him leave the chamber.
I open my eyes as a pang of headache hits me. God, where am I?
I stare at the place that got me surrounded by maids. Each of them staring at me with pity and some with happiness and others with unpredictable expressions.
I turn to my side to see Magnus sitting beside me, his eyes are scanning me thoroughly and I can't help to wonder why he's staring the way he is.
I turn to the other side to see the Queen beside me. A faint smile on her face and I return it, also faintly.
"Leave us" Magnus says and everyone, including his mother walks out of the room, but hesitantly.
I try to sit up but the pain restricted me to slowness, but I still sit up.
I stare down at myself and discover why he stare at me the way he does.
I have only a short pair of tights on and a cloth that covers my chest down to my bellybutton, where the length stops.
It's extremely short. No wonder he stare at me the way he does.
"We are married. Don't you appreciate that I have to see you when the maids changed your clothes?"
My face turns pink with embarassment. Did he really watch when the maids changed my clothes.
I stare at him in shock and disbelief.
Well, I just thank God it isn't that guy that nearly did what he wanted to do, that saw me while the maids changed my clothes.
"Why did you allow him to do what he had in mind with you?"
"What? I fought back but he overpowered me. I was in a dress, I didn't want him to see my inside. Had it been I was in a fighting suit, I would have been the one to bring a head to you" I nearly yell.
Why does he acts like this? I fought back so that he won't have anything to do with me for the sake of keeping this marriage, and some Prince will come here to tell me that I allowed him to do it on purpose? What are you, a maniac?!
I stand up from the soft cushion and walk to my robe, limping.
I don't care anymore! If you want to get married to another woman, fine!
I'll get prepared for it!
I turn to walk out but I smack my back hard on the wall, because he is so close to me.
We stare at each other and tears erupt in my eyes, again!
His white hair capture my attention as he placed his hand on my face, forcing out the tears from my eyes.
He wipes it and then pull me into his embrace.
I let myself go all of a sudden and cry out like a child.
"I'm sorry, I never knew what the man had in mind I... I never"
"Shhh... " he whispered gently into my ear and I kept quiet.
"We never know when evil comes our way, it just comes" he whispered as he squeeze me the more and I kept quiet but still made quiet sobs.
His chest is warm and cozy. I breathe in the scent of that man improver.
I feel alive. A certain kind of Love that makes Queens tremble. I feel it.
He swoops me off my feet and walk out of that chamber. I can't help but stare at him and admire the half of his face that I can see.