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The Wild King's Wife-by PS

Part Four

Ororo allowed herself to be led through the winding hallways of her future husband's home.

Victor of Drysdale, her intended's brother, was chattering on about the village and things, and Ororo tried to listen, but, she was to busy thinking about things.

What if Logan of Drysdale was said to be a monstrous man, with wild hair and evil eyes, but, this was one of the many things that Jean had told her, so, it was probably just gossip among the servants.

She was brought back to reality when Victor stopped and turned back to her, "here we are...Princess."

She blinked, not liking the way he said her title at all, "alright."

He opened the doors and led her inside.

The walls were seemingly covered in animal heads, and fur rugs rested around the floor. A small window let some light in, and a huge fire roared, lighting nearly ever part of the room. In a corner an enormous bed lay, its blankets looking warm and inviting.

Victor let a grin curve his lips, "I'll leave you here, Logan will be with you here."

Ororo nodded, trying not to gulp out of fear.

The Prince left, leaving the white-haired woman alone; she looked around the room more and noticed a craftsmen mirror gilded with gold and jewels in a corner.

She moved closer to it, she stared into the fine mirror back into her own terrified eyes.

"Like it?"

Ororo spun around, her heart thudding in her throat. There, in the middle of the room stood a well-built man with wild dark hair and piercing gray eyes that shone nearly silver in the firelight.

He stepped closer, examining her, "well, you are very beautiful."

She swallowed, "I presume that you are King Logan of Drydale?"

He smirked up at her, "you guessed correctly darling."

Ororo stared at him, trying not to narrow her eyes, "then, could you explain, please, what I am doing here?"

He licked his lips quickly, "you're here because I wanted to see you. Is that a problem?"

She glared at him this time, "actually yes, it is."

He snorted, "well, you had better get over it."

She crossed her arms and held her head high, "how dare you speak to me in such an impish way! You do not own me, therefore, you may not tell me what to do!"

Logan stared at her, caressing her figure with his eyes, "after we're married sweetheart, I will own you. And no one else will touch you, ever!"

She stared at him, her mouth coming open, and her arms slowly dropping, suddenly boneless, "and when will this event take place?"

He looked at her lazily, "we'll be getting married next Sunday, so, you'd better be prepared."

She looked down, lowering her lashes over her tear-filled eyes, "will you share me?"

He blinked, surprised, "share you?"

She looked up at him, her eyes shining fierce through the tears, "my sister had told me of your sharing of women with your brother, will you share me with Victor also?"

His fists clenched, "I will share you with no one, you are mine! And mine all alone!"

He took a step forward and Ororo took a step back, "and if you tire of me? Take mistresses, or whores to your bed?"

He stepped impossible closer, and this time Ororo was backed against the wall, he leaned close to her, his gray eyes sparking, "I have fasted from women since my engagement to you, and I plan to take no one with me to bed except for you."

She stared at him in wonderment, "are you speaking truthfully?"

He shrugged, his eyes still glued to hers, "I rarely ever lie, you will see."

Her stomach plunged, "oh, yes...in due time I suppose."

He caught her sudden change of mood and didn't know how to handle it, "go. You must be tired from all of your traveling. I will see you tonight at the feast."

She looked up at him, her eyes confused, "feast?"

He nodded, moving to a trunk in the corner of his room, "yes, to celebrate your arrival. Victor will now show you to your room."

She turned back to the door to see the King's brother standing there, a grin playing at his lips, "come Princess."

She started to follow but stopped when Logan called out to her, "oh, and Ororo, don't try anything, because I'll know."

She swallowed and held her head high, following Victor out of her future-husband's room and out into the drafty hall...

Ororo entered her room and didn't move until the door was firmly closed behind her.

Her room was very nice, with a very feminine touch to it. Elegant green walls covered the room, and a large bed was in the middle of the room, taking up much of the space. A vanity sat in one corner, and a wardrobe in the other.

Ororo sighed to herself and moved to where her things were to bring out a dress.

She chose a simple one, blue silk with an ermine covered collar.

She quickly put it on, not requiring any help from her maids, even though they were no where to be found, and brushed her hair until it shone. Going without makeup she dug up one of her sapphire necklaces and put it on, also putting on the matching earrings.

Finally, she was ready for the feast...

Ororo stood alone in a dark corner, nursing a goblet of wine, and watching the very risque dancers do an exotic dance. She was blushing as she watched them, and turned her eyes instead to the royals at the head of the room.

Victor was currently ravishing a servant girl whom sat on his knee, and when she glanced at Logan she was surprised to see him staring at her in return.

She turned away, trying to cover up the blush that threatened to stain her cheeks.

"Some feast isn't it?"

She looked up to see Scott standing next to her, sipping on ale and observing the crowd.

She nodded slowly, "yes, it certainly is...interesting."

Scott grinned, "well, I guess we'd better get used to it."

Ororo blinked and turned to face him fully, "we?"

Scott turned slowly to face her too, they were very close, "yes...I'm not just going to leave you here without a guard of anyone you know."

She licked her lips, not noticing when his eyes followed the motion and darkened with it, "but," her sweet voice brought his eyes back to hers, "what about Jean and home; what about my maids, aren't they staying?"

Scott took a breath, "Ororo...your maids are going back to New Winchestor with the men, and...I don't want Jean...I want..."

Ororo stared at him, slightly noticing that he was impossibly closer, "what is it Scott, what do you want?"

He leaned in even closer, "you."

Her eyes widened as he closed his and moved his mouth closer to hers, suddenly, Scott was pulled away and thrown across the room.

"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH MY WIFE AGAIN!"

Ororo's eyes flew to look at Scott's attacker and her rescuer and saw Logan standing there, his eyes dark with hatred and something that Ororo couldn't define.

Ororo stared at him, then at Scott, and then, she ran out of the room.

UH-OH, SCOTT'S IN TROUBLE, AND VICTOR'S A MAN-WHORE, AND LOGAN'S ANGRY! I HOPE THAT IT WAS TO YOUR LIKING, SO, PLEASE REVIEW!