They struggled for a few minutes to return to the position before they had their short conversation.
Her face surprised to king liked quite. The reasons were more than obvious and yet she looked him as if she just wouldn't have thought before.
She hid her face away when he came to smell her and then kiss her too. He could smell her fear; he could see the fear in her eyes.
Kara looked so defenseless before him; he had been hypnotized by her lips fleshy, and couldn't avoid kissing her
"You don't have fear of me" Einon whispered while he unleashed the ribbons of her dress. "I won't hurt you," Says when he took off his shirt.
Kara didn't believe him, how could she?
"Majesty…"Said a voice that was not the King
"What happen? ... I said I was going to be busy tonight ..."
"Excuse me my king, but it's important"
"More important than being with my queen"
"It's a rather important matter, my lord, we find the monk who escaped ago several months". A smile lit up the face of the arrogant king.
"Do you hear that? Wife, my men found Bowen's friend." Einon says to her, but she didn't utter words and didn't look at the soldier who is in front of the door
"Okay, I'll gather with you in a few minutes while you take to our guest to the dungeon" King informed to his subordinate, and subordinate bowed before to leave to the king.
''My queen I think we should leave this for another occasion'' ... he sighed and his voice was resigned… Yet he gave a smile and she knew there was not anything good.
Always, Einon's smiles were evil. She thought while he put his robe and left the room following the course of the torches to the dungeons
Now she's alone, recalling almost the last words of the king
How could I believe in him? He was the tyrant King Einon ... he killed my father, killed his teacher Bowen, he killed the old queen (now her mother in law)… he imprisoned the dragon in a tower, Einon killed most of the rebels, and, of course, I was forced to marry him, and he violated me constantly.
She trembled in disgust, remembering the last part...
No, no, no. she repeats incessantly, she's begging to dispel that memory, she never wanted to repeat that night when contracted marriage.
Her eyes are looking still room lit by the fire from the fireplace...
It happened in this room; she recalled swallowing some saliva in her dry throat. She shakes her head and she tried to remove the knot that squeezed her heart. Kara recalled the smile triumphant of Einon to look at his work, his smile widened to see her blood in the sheet.
When he looked her he realized the truth, she was destroyed: without life, all she wanted was to die and see her parents.
She hugged her knees mimicking the fetal position, muttered things nonsense with sad voice, while the room was filled with gloom and darkness like her life now
... Her mind was situated away thoughtfully in memories of the past that would never return again.
She began since her childhood ... with few luxuries that her parents farmers could give her, she had been happy.
The misfortune occurred when her mother died, never knew the reason, just she got sick a day to never recover.
Her father was tired of the mistreatment of King Freyne, so did an armed uprising against the king, and managed to kill him. (Although she never knew whether it was the weapon of his father was who managed to pierce the heart of the ancient king).
Shortly after King Einon had blinded her father, and ... He kept him as a slave for to build his new castle. And when he was too old as to work, he killed him using his bow, as if to kill it was his new sport.
"In your kingdom, Einon, there are worse fates than death," she recalled her own words.
"I'll think one up for you." She heard to the king Einon to speak, Kara said nothing.
Yes, this destiny is worse than death, she thought wistfully, be a queen. "No, I'm not a queen; I am a slave…his slave".
Einon rested calmly in his comfortable throne and the prisoner was kneeling in front of his 'Majesty' the King, alone they in the throne room.
"Look what the wind brought... Look who's here..!" he said ironically with a thick voice.
The king rose from his seat to stand in front of the monk…
"Speak monk" Said Einon a little tired, the monk has been silent since he came
"I don't have anything to talk with you". Were the first words that the monk said while was kneeling.
Oh, Merlin! Seems today all people conspire against him so he can't be with his wife
''Monk, you're in great a mistake, we have some things to talk.''
''Kill me then once Einon, I won't tell you anything''
''No, my friend I don't want to kill you,'' he lied. "You don't know how much I want to kill you!"' he thought in silence.
'At least not for now', Einon murmured as he walked toward the door
''Wait, King… Tell me, please…what you did with her?''
King knew what 'she ' was referring the monk… Einon didn't say anything and called his guards to escort the prisoner to the dungeon.
The steps of his boots echoed in the hallway to his room.
When he opened the door, he found his room as all other nights; quiet and plunged into complete darkness. He looked at the corner where his wife stood most of the time… But to his surprise she wasn't there, approached with a torch to find her.
He found her on the far side of the bed: She was sleeping, Einon sighed with relief.
She hadn't tried to escape again.
Kara was giving back to the door, and the king approached the torch to light the wood again.
Her hair filled completely the pillow of a majestic red color, he couldn't help but touch her hair, "soft", he thought… Suddenly she moved a little and he saw a complete picture of your face, she's so quiet in her dreams; her mouth made a face completely unknown to him.
"What are you dreaming?" He whispered, realizing that could never know the answer
He hadn't realized that she had two freckles near her chin, nor that she sighed constantly while was asleep…
Without wishing his hands flew to her smooth neck ... almost like silk, his eyes traveled through to beauty of her neck, her skin cream, before sun-damaged; now shone like ivory...
"Perfect", Einon whispered while his fingers are touching the texture of her skin; felt an imperfection between his fingertips.
Slowly under the covers to inspect... his deep brown eyes looked around her neck. He touched the surface of her imperfection and discovered what it was.
''A scar.''
Short but deep enough that resulted in a small scar… the scar of her neck was of the left side to reach almost half…
Frowned, his memories flew to remember the night when he proclaimed his victory…
When Bowen argued with the dragon, he took the opportunity to take Kara, she was his decoy. He placed the sword on his neck, and when the dragon bit his own hand. Should have cut a little of her skin.
She was lucky that wasn't nearer as to slice all her neck.
Some hickeys and bites filled the very bottom of her neck. But none of this was ruining her beauty.
He took pride in them somehow. She was marked as his property.
'' Girl of fire hair, you belong me" He said carefully while kissed her scar.
…For when he looked up, a pair of green eyes is watching him…
End of chapter