The Queen and the King waited for quite a while. Arisa had come to confirm whether the erotic paintings were true and once she saw that it was, she was getting more impatient as she waited for the King's cousin.
"It's getting late," she got up and smacked the King's head, waking him up. "I'm going to start looking through all the brothels that are around here."
Edward yawned and fell back asleep. The Queen saw this and ordered two of her men to take the sleeping King back home.
She had a feeling that she should do this on her own.
…
Before leaving, the Queen rummaged through the King's cousins wardrobe and slipped on a dark waistcoat, the material was luxurious and it fit in her arms perfectly. It wasn't hard to imagine how precious this coat was to the King's cousin, seeing how everything in this room that was disordered, the waistcoat was left untouched.
The Queen wiped her makeup off and put her hair into a ponytail. This natural look was to ensure her appearance was different from how a royal Queen looked. However, she still looked like a woman. Her feminine features had stood out less now that she tried to dress as a man, but it still wasn't enough.
The Queen had no time to think about it and prayed the late night could play a part in concealing her face.
…
Loud noises of cheering, the smell of rich liquor and bright flashing lights. The Queen had been to brothels before but nothing as flashy as this one. Arisa walked in, noticing how organised this brothel was. There were people in line waiting at the front to go inside, respectable gentlemen who stood eagerly with flushed cheeks.
The brothel the Queen had entered was a brothel famous for its luxurious and elegant interior. Only the finest and most respected gentlemen were invited. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth scent of exotic perfumes and the sound of vibrant music playing. She took a deep breathe and walked towards the line. The carpets were draped in red silk and the silver chandelier glimmered with gems. Seeing her own reflection through the glass doors from the front of the line, she peeked inside and saw various of dancers dressed in emerald and gold dresses, their gazes were seductive as they approached a new customer. The Queen couldn't help thinking of the innocent concubine and how she would react being here.
Her eyes would glimmer with curiousity, the Queen giggled to herself.
Only two more people at the front of the line, and Arisa was nearly there. Or so she thought.
A drunkard at the front was taking up the line, he yelled and everyone in the line was getting irritated.
The Queen couldn't take it and stormed at the front of the line to deal with this bastard herself. Even if the Queen wasn't dressed in her usual attire, her intense aura remained. The crowd became silent as they saw this intimidating "pretty man" walk towards the drunkard.
"Boy…" She spoke out, as she walked near the man, she grabbed a vase that was near her and gave the man a deathly glare.
"Unless you want to be beaten to death, I suggest you move."
The drunkard sobered up right there on the spot, his eyes tearing up.
"But they won't let me in… why? It doesn't make sense… waaaa…" he bawled out. The crowd couldn't conceal their laughter and neither did the Queen. She revealed a menacing smile as she put down the vase.
The drunkard got up to leave and sobbed as he left.
"Finally that bastard of a man has left." The Queen heard someone from behind her spoke. She turned around and saw three men dressed in formal attire, their sunken eyes and slow movements suggested the late night must've consumed them.
She heard the men continue to gossip and her ears perked up.
"He always comes at this time, causing a fuss and begging to come in!"
"Thank god that gentlemen did something before I could!!" Another added in.
The Queen giggled at their conversation.
"He always claims that he's part of royalty. Saying that he's cousins with the Regin Kingdom! How improper! If they wanted to lie-" the man stopped speaking as he saw the "pretty" gentlemen turned around, "his" eyes filled with shock.
The Queen grabbed him by his shoulders and yelled.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY???!!!!!"
"I-i was just saying that, that bastard claims to be the cousin of the Royal King of the Regin Kingdom." The man sputtered out.
The Queen let go of the man and ran as fast as she could.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK !!!!! WHAT HAVE I JUST DONE??
She thought to herself as she made her way back towards to the King cousin's house, praying that he would be there.