Drew smiled as he sat on the meadow and watched the woman walk towards him with a plate in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Her hips swayed from side to side. She was just the type of woman he liked.
"Your lunch, my ki... I mean, Drew," she said.
"Sit down," he said.
He patted the spot next to him. She sat down and handed him his lunch.
"Forgive my forgetfulness earlier but I was so blinded by your beauty that I forgot to ask your name," he said.
"I am not beautiful," she said.
"To me, you are. And since I'm king, my word goes," he smirked. "Your name?"
"Katrina," she said.
"Katrina," he smiled. "Drew and Katrina. Katrina and Drew. That works together, don't you think?"
"What are you implying?" She asked.
"That you eat lunch with me," he said.
He stabbed one half of a hard boiled egg with his fork and moved it to her mouth. She gently wrapped her lips around the fork and pulled the egg off with her teeth. He watched her chew and swallow before placing the plate down in front of both of them.
"We will share this," he said. "It's been a long ride here. I think I'm entitled to share my lunch with the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I will be heartbroken if you turn me down."
She grabbed the other half of the hard boiled egg with her fingers and put it in her mouth. He smirked at her before putting down the fork and instead eating with his fingers as well. They ate in silence until all the food was gone.
"So tell me, Katrina, how did you end up here?" He asked.
"My parents died from the fever. The priests say it was god's way of punishing them for having me out of wedlock," she said.
"Do you believe that?" He asked.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "I don't know god personally."
"Do you believe in god?" He asked.
She stared at him for a few seconds.
"That's a trick question," she said.
"Why?" He asked.
"If I say no, you will punish me for going against the rules of your kingdom," she said.
"And if you say yes?" He asked.
"Then I'll be lying and that is also not allowed," she answered.
"I knew there was a deeper meaning for me liking you other than your looks," he chuckled.
He grabbed her and pushed her down on her back before leaning over her to look at her. It didn't go as planned. He had been expecting her to smile, maybe even giggle.
"You're shaking," he said. "Why are you shaking? Please, stop."
"I'm sorry," she said.
"Do I frighten you that much?" He asked.
"I'm used to them. I'm not used to you," she said. "It's okay. You can do what you want. I won't fight you."
"I don't take women against their will. I am not like my father," he said.
He stroked her cheek. She stopped shaking when she heard those words. Everyone knew the old king was nothing but cruel. He hurt a lot of people until the day he died. A simple snake bite took him out, and his son Drew stepped up to take the throne.
"Why have you come here?" She asked. "The real reason."
"We found a body. Someone knew who she was and that she lived here," he said.
"Peyton?" She asked.
"Yes, Peyton," he answered. "And since you already know who I'm talking about, maybe you can tell me who did that to her. Her skin was broken everywhere from a whip. Someone was angry, and I wanna know who it was."
"I should get back," she said.
She pushed him away and sat back up. He sat up too and placed a hand on her back. She cried out in pain from his simple touch. His eyes turned hard. Without a word he pulled her dress down enough to look at her back.
"Who did this to you?" He asked.
"No one," she answered.
"Who did this to you?" He yelled. "As your king, I demand to know who did this!"
"I thought you were a man of the people," she said.
"And none of my people should live like this!" He growled. "Tell me who it is or I will walk in there and ask every single priest."
"No, you can't tell them I told you," she pleaded.
She looked at him with begging eyes. A few tears escaped her eyes and ran down her cheeks. He sighed and moved his hands to her cheeks to dry them.
"I just cursed myself," he said. "I made the water spill from this ocean."
"I forgive you," she whispered.
"I'm not sure I've earned your forgiveness," he said. "What do you want, Katrina? If you could have anything in the world, what would you pick?"
She leaned in and kissed him. It was a surprise to him but he welcomed it. Since seeing her picking up eggs, he knew he wanted her. She slowly pushed him down on his back and straddled him. She broke the kiss and sat up straight while opening his pants.
"I would pick to be with a man of my own choosing," she said. "Just this once in my life before you leave this place again and forget all about us."
"I can never forget about you," he said.
"We'll see," she said.
She pulled his dick out and stroked it a few times before lifting up her dress and sinking down on him. He placed his hands on her hips and watched her as she rode him. Slow movements at first before picking up the pace. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to him completely as she cried out in pleasure. He groaned loudly as her undoing triggered his own. She opened her eyes again but before she could do anything, he pulled her down to lie on top him.
"I don't believe in god either," he said. "I never did. My mother raised me to believe in my own eyes. That's why I'm nothing like my father. God is a scare tactic to keep people in place while the priests do what they want and cash in on other people's hard earned gold. I want it to stop."
She raised her head and smiled at him.
"You're a weird king," she said. "But also a good king."
"So tell me, Katrina, for I must know," he ran his fingertips down her back. "Who did this to you?"
"Finn," she said.
"Do the other priests know that he does these things?" He asked.
She laughed in his face. She didn't mean to but it just seemed so absurd to her. She lived in this hell everyday, and there he was - a stranger - asking if anyone else knew about it.
"They all do," she finally said. "They have their individual favorites."
"So you're Finn's favorite," he said.
"Finn and Seth," she said.
"Two of them?" He asked.
"Only Finn uses the whip. Seth likes to watch," she said. "And they both like..."
Her voice died before she could finish that sentence.
"They both like to what? Rape you?" He asked.
"Yes," she whispered. "They say they're cleansing me of my sins that way."
She buried her head in the crook of his neck. She couldn't look at him anymore. She was too ashamed.
"It ends today," he said.
"They'll promise you anything but as soon as you're gone, nothing will change," she said.
"I'm not giving them a choice," he said.
He grabbed her head and pushed it up enough to force her to look at him again.
"Will you come with me?" He asked.
"Do you need another servant?" She asked.
"I need a wife," he grinned. "And I want you, Katrina. I will not force my will on you. If you say no, I will leave with a broken heart but I will never punish you for it."
"And if I say yes?" She asked.
"Then I'll throw the wedding of the century," he answered.
She grinned at him, and he grinned back. If he could wake up to this face every morning, he would be a happy man. He would do his best to always make sure she was happy too. Anything she wanted, he would give her. Nothing would be too small or too big for her.
"I have conditions," she said.
"Name them," he said.
"Everyone comes with me. No one gets left behind. The other women will work in the castle and be allowed to find husbands if they should wish, and the animals will live there too," she said.
"And the priests?" He asked.
"I do not care about the priests," she answered. "Just make sure they never hurt anyone again."
He ran a finger down her arm and raised his head enough to kiss her shoulder.
"Granted," he said. "I'll send back one of my men for reinforcements. I will bring more of my men and some carriages to transport everyone away from here. Meanwhile I will demand the priests to put me and my other men up here. As long as I stay in the convent, no priest will touch any woman."