The Monstrous King and his sweet Evil Queen
In the mysterious realm of Kalvon, where shadows whispered tales of Kings and Queens, none were as infamous as King Jetaime. Whispers echoed through the cobblestone corridors and darkened chambers of the palace, painting a macabre portrait of a heartless sovereign scarred by the cruelty of fate. His legs, so the tales spun, were lifeless appendages, and his face, a grotesque canvas of boils. His was a visage that struck terror into the hearts of those who dared imagine it. Yet, destiny took an unforeseen turn on the eve of a grand wedding night. Princess Jaelyn, cursed and hidden away within the confines of Malavon Castle, was the unwilling pawn in a malevolent game of power. Her name, synonymous with evil, and her every step marked by the devil's touch. However, as she stepped into the grand hall to meet her monstrous groom, a man emerged before her, shattering the grotesque image painted by gossip. King Jetaime stood not as the rumored monster, but as a vision of unexpected sweetness, love, and undeniable handsomeness. The discrepancy between the tales and the reality sparked a whispered question in the minds of those who witnessed this surreal union — had she unwittingly married an imposter, or were the rumors nothing more than twisted fragments of a darker imagination? As King Jetaime and Princess Jaelyn embarked on their tumultuous journey, the chessboard of power and revenge unfolded. Locked in a dance of secrets and hidden motives, the two found themselves entangled in a love that defied the expectations set by the world. The King, who had never allowed anyone close, now placed his heart willingly in her hands. Princess Jaelyn, driven by the flames of vengeance, found an unexpected ally in the man she was supposed to despise. Together, they navigated the treacherous waters of courtly politics, facing a power struggle fueled by conspiracies that threatened to tear them apart. In the battle between love and destiny, the question lingered like an ethereal mist — was their connection a mere human maneuver or a divinely fated love? As the story unfolded, the narrative wove a tapestry of twists and turns, challenging the very essence of their existence. Could love truly conquer all things, or were some cases destined to be eternally hopeless? Two empty hearts, two lives devoid of love, collided in a dance of darkness and light. A monster king and an evil queen united to become one, their journey unfurling like a forbidden scroll. The world watched with bated breath as the saga unfolded — a tale of love, betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of a destiny that defied the predetermined life. Cover by Java graphics.
A walk in the garden
"Pass my decree, the princesses will get married in 15 days to the man of their choice. You have 15 days to find yourself a husband, " Jetaime announced looking at them the earlier they leave his palace the better since no one will ever bring that up again.
He once again made the prime minister look stupid and know who actually controls who. The court meeting ended while Jetaime and Byron leave to take care of other businesses before Byron leaves.
Lyn and Demelza take a walk in the garden after her bath and having her breakfast. "You and the king are really close now, I'm glad he is no longer bullying you," Demelza said as Lyn was lost in a daze and didn't hear a thing she said. she was still thinking about her night with the king.
"Hey are you okay, why will you be? After what happened that almost cost you your life. I was so worried when I heard and moreover, I was told I couldn't see you," Demelza asked holding her hand this time around making her jot back to reality, she force a smile since she was clueless about what she said.
"I wasn't scared but I'm fine, tell me something," Lyn hissed pulling her to one side away from the maids and guards.
"What is it?" Demelza whispered. "What is the marital act?" Demelza asked. "Why did you and the king perform the marital act?" Demelza throws the question back at her with her eyes widened.
"Arh I don't think so, he kissed me on my forehead and hug me like this close all night long, but the King had asked me if I knew what it was but I was clueless," she said as Demelza sighed.
"The marital act is when you two take off your clothes and the king lays on top of you and then enters into you through your private part," Demelza explains much more detail than Jetaime did at least.
"You mean we both get naked on the bed with him on top of me and he what?" Lyn was trying to get the whole thing. "He will enter inside of you through your private part," she said.
"You kidding me right? how on earth is that even possible there is practically no hole there to enter into," Lyn hushed as her mind flew back to when Jetaime's bathrobe loosen. To think such a big thing could enter her blew her mind away.
"Well, that was what I also thought at first but trust me it can enter. It hurt at first but it's an amazing feeling," Demelza added as Lyn thinks it's gross, thinking of it makes her uncomfortable but she thought it was something she needed to know.
"So Byron has entered inside of you?" Lyn asked still not convinced it was possible. "Yes in natural fact almost every day, he did even this morning," Demelza said with a smile.
Lyn looks at her strangely, "Don't worry when the time comes I'm sure you will do just fine, just close your eyes and it will be over before you know it. Didn't anyone prepare you before marriage?" Demelza asked.
"Arh, they did wasn't paying attention," Lyn lied, no one bothered to take her through anything.
"I see well I almost forgot. I will be accompanying Byron to Malavon and I'm thinking you might want to write a letter to your father. You probably miss him so much," Demelza offers to take her letter to her father the king.
"I don't think I should, the king might not like it and well I'm no longer the princess of Malavon Kingdom so it best I cut all ties with them," Lyn said sadly.
"But he is still your father, and Malavon will always be your home," Demelza tries to convince her. "Thank you. I know you are trying to help but it's okay," Lyn decline her offer with a soft smile. She had no option but to stop insisting.
"Well I can't accompany you anymore Lyn, I came in a hurry with Byron to the Palace because we couldn't find your two but I need to go back and get ready for our trip. We will be leaving at noon," Demelza said kissing Lyn goodbye.
"I will see you when you get back," Lyn responded as Demelza returned back to her estate.
Lyn walks around alone and when she was tired she decided to go back to her chamber.
"Your Majesty," Lyn hears a voice and she rolled her eyes.
"What do you want?" Lyn couldn't stand her fake smile like she never tried to kill her a few days back. She got her revenge on Prince Dewey and it will soon be her turn.
"Can't I greet my queen without being accused of ulterior motives?" She smirks and Lyn was geared with irritation
"For one, I haven't forgotten what you and your sons did. Two you always have a motive," Lyn points out, looking at her angrily, she wishes could start with her little maid, she will roast her alive.
"Honey, how can you be so untrusting?" She smirks that devilish side on the facade.
"I am not your honey," Lyn straightens, pat consort Suva on both shoulders, then brushes imaginary dust off her hair before fixing a smile on her face tilting her head to look evil.
"I will kill you, your sons, and perhaps your grandchildren as well if you are lucky to get one. I won't only cut off his finger but his entire hand the next time I see him and as for you, watch your back I'm coming for you," Lyn beams, full charm offensive. Consort Suva scowls back.
The mention of Prince Dewey made consort Suva concerned. He was supposed to meet someone at the iron gate so they can sneak him out of the palace but he didn't show up and she wonders where her son was. How could he leave when Lyn took all his gold coins?
"What did you do to my son? where is he?" Consort Suva grimaces.
"How would I know? I'm looking for him myself, when you see him do tell him we are not done yet," Lyn said tapping her shoulders and walking away.