Chapter 7: Crisis (1)

Matthias' love potion was really powerful! Here was the king, despite his dislike for women, confessing his love for Amber and asking for her hand in marriage before a large number of guests at the ball. The potion had a deep effect on the mind. It was rather unexpected. (Zuben: Poor Earl Selma, you've been cheated out of a rich wife)

It could have been worse! If Ernest had taken the love potion while staring at his sister, there would have been a tragedy! (Zuben: Somehow I doubt it would have worked that way)

With the great crime of incest averted, Amber was relieved, but then she realized the situation she was in was not quite right either,

'Um, your Majesty, would you please put me down for a moment?'

Ernest had been quietly carrying her up marble staircases, down opulent corridors, headed somewhere. Was it a retiring room or was it his bedroom? Either way, Amber could only imagine his purpose; he had spoken about his body being hot which was only due to the love potion. If she did not stop things now, it will be a real challenge afterward.

But Ernest gave an outrageous reply to Amber, 'Please call me Ernest.'

'Oh no, I could not pass-!' Ernest kissed her. She could not possibly call the King by his name,

'Aren't you going to be my wife?' he asked when they parted.

'That-'

'I would like my beloved wife called me by my name. But if your lips do not want to call my name, would they prefer being kissed?' (Zuben: Hmmmm? I say being kissed. She's gonna get kissed whether she calls your name or not; so, win-win)

Amber flushed pink at his sweet threat,

'Er-Ernest…' she called.

'How unbearable. I seem to have inadvertently discharged at the sound of your voice calling my name.' (Zuben: premature ejaculation?)

What was he saying? Amber reddened even deeper up to her ears at his stimulating words. Although it was all because of the love potion, he seems to have become quite the tyrant.

'Amber, once more,'

'Eh-!'

'Would you rather be kissed?'

He took her lips without waiting for a reply, still walking on to his destination.

Amber was aware of the danger, and called his name in a panic,

'Ernest!'

'The sound of your voice makes me feel good; your lips are sweeter than honey.'

Ernest continued to kiss her and chuckle in satisfaction. Was the language center of the brain also affected by the love potion? She did not know Ernest well, so it was impossible to know how far out of character this aroused version of Ernest was. However, the sweet kisses were soon sweeping Amber away, but she remembered the situation.

'Ernest, could I ask that you please put me down?'

Ernest looked down at Amber in his arms, 'I would be disqualified as a man if I should drop a light lady like you.'

She did not think that was the problem. Amber was taller than Leticia, though she did not have flesh in the right places, she would not be light. (Zuben: Would this be more or less than 30kg?) Besides, it made her think of her father who had carried her like this in her childhood. Ernest smiled down at Amber whose gaze wandered with nostalgia and embarrassment.