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The king was seated on his chair in the consultation room when the door opened and Baski led two nervous kids through the door-a teen girl and a small boy, their fingers clutching at each other as they pushed forward to stand before the king.
“My king, you sent for us,” Remeta forced herself to say. She was worried. What if they said something they weren’t supposed to say yesterday?
“Do you have any idea what happened yesterday?” the king asked at last. “Do you have any recollection?”
They shook their heads at the same time. Corna moved closer to Remeta, nervous and scared.
“I thought so too.” King Lucien was not surprised that they did not remember.? Yesterday, they were able to look him in the eyes, stand boldly and say everything they needed to say to him. Today, they were just two children scared to stand in front of their king.
“I want to thank you both, for yesterday. You might have no knowledge of what you did, but I will never forget it,” he said so gently.
Remeta let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. They must have said really good things. “Thank you, Your Highness. We–“
The door opened and Dargak stuck his head inside the room. “I’m really sorry to disturb, Your Majesty, but there’s a couple at the door seeking–“
The door opened wider and a young couple rushed in. A tall, dark-skinned man with long dark hair and a small, wide-eyed heavily pregnant woman.
The woman rushed forward and knelt before the king. “I’m so sorry for barging in on you, Your Highness. It was not my intention to cause any disrespect!” she cried out. “Please, forgive my son for his wrong doings. I heard he stormed into your chambers and invaded your privacy. Please, forgive my boy, please!”
“Your son did nothing wrong, you have nothing to apologize for,” the king declared, much to the woman’s surprise. “Actually, I was thanking your son for what he did. He did a lot.”
Haydara’s worries dissolved at his calm words. She bowed her head. “Oh, thank you so much, my king.”
“Get up from the floor,” he ordered the pregnant woman.
That seemed to be all her husband had been eagerly waiting for because he looked relieved to hear the command. He walked to his wife and helped Haydara stand up.
King Lucien watched the couple. Few days ago, the sight of a pregnant woman was a painful one for him, he preferred not to gaze upon them at all if he could help it because the sight reminded him of what he could not have-what hethought he could not have.
But now, he watched the woman intensely. “What is the name of your son?”
“Corna, my king,” she answered.
“Since when has he been a seer?”
The woman glanced at her husband and back to the king. “S-since he began speaking, Your Highness.”
It did not get past him the status of the family in society, from their cheap, plain but neat garments. It also did not get past him the love and care the couple felt for each other.
“What do you do?” He directed the question to the boy’s father.
Gunther shifted uncomfortably, meeting his wife’s worried gaze. “A trash collector, Your Highness. I work downtown, from the market to the Dega hills.”
The king turned to Dargak and nodded. The guard rushed out of the room only to return with a small, wrapped bag of coins. King Lucien took it from him and threw it at the family. “This is my reward to your family. I am grateful to you all.”
They began thanking him so wholeheartedly. Haydara hugged her son to her body and cried joyfully as she thanked the king over and over again. Her husband was as happy as she was. They couldn’t thank the king enough.
He was not done. “Can you grow crops?”
“Yes, Your Highness! I do not have land, which is why I am not a farmer.”
“Now you do. Dargak will take you to a farmland at the back of the palace. I am giving it to you and your family. It is small, but it is a fertile land. I give it to you,” he stated.
Gunther teared up then, his face flushed with so much gratitude, it was refreshing to the king. As the family thanked him over and over again, the king felt a little better. Helping this family was the best way he could reward them for what their sondid for him. They had no idea the gravity of their son’s help in his life.
A few minutes later, the couple and their son happily followed Dargak out of the room, leaving Remeta and Baski alone with the king. Finally, he got up from his chair and walked to Remeta, whose face was filled with so much joy on behalf of Corna. He lowered himself from the waist to become the same height as the young girl whose wide happy eyes zeroed in on him.
“I watched you grow from a newborn to a toddler.” His hand caressed her auburn mass. “Then to a lass. I watched you become the young girl you are today, and I have to say that I am so proud of you, Remeta. You are like the sister I used to have-the sister I lost.” Remeta’s eyes watered as she listened attentively to him. “You saved my life when you were born sixteen years ago. Your birth made it possible for your mother’s outrageous doings to keep me alive. I am proud of you today, Remeta,” he finished.
She flung herself to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He must have seen the move coming because he caught her the instant she threw herself at him. He held the girl as she cried softly as she clung to him.
“Thank you so much, Your Highness.” She was the happiest girl on earth, hearing the king say that…feeling his sincerity. Remeta felt like she was soaring the sky. It was the greatest gift of all.? Her eyes found her mother, who was standing beside the door. Baski had tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips.
“If you ever need anything at all, do not hesitate to come to me. Do you hear me?” he asked when she finally untangled herself from him.
Remeta nodded her head vigorously. “Yes, Your Highness.”
“You can go now,” he said gently.
She nodded again and skittered out of the room. Her happiness was so blatant and contagious, the king would have smiled if he was a smiling man.
Baski stepped forward then and bowed to him. “Thank you so much for this, my king. I do not think you have any idea what you did for my daughter right now.” She wiped her tears, still smiling. “Thank you so much.” She turned to follow behind her daughter, but the king called her back.
“Wait, Baski.”
Callan and Kamara kept kissing until they reached his bedroom, and he gently put her down. His mouth moved to hers, and his hands lifted to her head and angled it slightly, and then sealed his lips over hers again. He held her face, pushed his tongue between her lips, and began kissing her with devastating force. His tongue swirled around hers, came out, licked over her bottom lip, his teeth grazing her softly. Kamara gave herself up to him. She wanted everything he wanted-everything he could give her.
It began with a duel dance of lips, the wind of the early morning wisp around them. The glow of the bedroom due to the closed cottons by the window added to the intimacy she wished would never end.
They finally came up for air. He sucked deep in his diaphragm and went back for more. She sagged in his embrace, leaning against him, her brain separated from her body as he kissed her over and over again. She didn’t know where she stopped and he began as she moved her hands over him, sliding under the tails of his shirt, running her hands up and over his naked back.
They kissed for a long, long time, his five o’clock shadow abrading her skin. She felt it, knew it should hurt, but it didn’t.
She ran her hands around to his chest and up his pectoral muscles until her hands covered his small, male nipples.
He ripped his mouth from hers and pulled her hands away from his chest and held them tightly while he dragged oxygen into his lungs. “Can’t do that, dearling. You keep that up, I think I will embarrass myself.”
The soft endearment filled her heart with butterflies. Shocked, she sucked in a breath and went back for his mouth. He allowed her access and lowered his lips back to hers. It began again. Their tongues dueled; their arms entwined. She moaned as her back touched the wall beside the bed, his body crowding her, invading her personal space in a way that left her more hungry for him.
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