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Queen Danika wanted nothing more than to retire for the night and knew the only way to achieve that was for this banquet to go smoothly. So she placed her hand into his outstretched one. “If you please, Lord Riverdale.”
His grin was boyish, making him look more handsome than usual. The queen had to admit that the man was not bad for a candidate to be king. Too bad he did nothing for her.
He led her to the dance floor. The music changed, and together, they moved through the steps of the royal dance. Her condition, coupled with how tired she was, made her dance steps more clumsy. She stepped on his feet every few steps, but like all the other eligible noblemen she danced with, Lord Riverdale endured her clumsiness with a smile and a few grunts.
As the music was coming to an end, it began raining outside the palace. That relieved the queen greatly because the royal banquet would be cut shorter as all the noblemen and attendees had to be on their way back to their homes.
Meanwhile, Lord Riverdale could not believe his luck as he heard the sound of the rain outside the walls of the royal court. “It’s raining, Your Majesty.”
“Indeed, it is,” she agreed.
“This is quite unfortunate for me. I did not foresee this at all.” He looked so sad as their steps slowed.
“Is anything the matter, Lord Riverdale?”
He nodded. “Am afraid so, Your Highness. I am allergic to cold weather; I am here unprepared for it. If I had known that it would rain, I would have taken my medical herbs and worn the proper clothes for it,” he said in worry.
The lord had been thinking of a reason that would get him the queen’s acceptance for him to spend the night in the palace. He knew the time would be enough for him to seduce the queen, thereby becoming the king of Mombana. Now, he did not need to think much because a good reason had presented itself.
“Oh, that is so bad,” Queen Danika sympathized, unable to imagine how hard it must have been for him to admit such weakness to her.
Lord Riverdale nodded. “It is indeed bad. Now, I do not know what to do.”
That she had no liking for the man did not mean that she could not comprehend his pitiful situation. Poor man.
“You need not worry, Lord Riverdale. There are so many guest rooms here in the palace. I can have the guards set up one for you to spend the night. You can go back to your abode in the morning. What do you think?”
He smiled widely. “That will be very compassionate of you, Your Majesty, and I will appreciate it if you can do that for me.”
The queen’s legs were killing her, and she could no longer dance. So she stopped. “It is alright.”
The nobleman took her fingers again and kissed them tenderly. “The dance was perfect, and I had a wonderful evening, all thanks to you, Your Highness.”
She forced a smile while all she wanted was to fling herself to the nearest chair. “The pleasure is all mine, Lord Riverdale.”
Pulling her finger away, she called the nearest guard and gave the command for a room to be prepared for the lord of Riverdale.
As Scott Riverdale walked away from the queen, he smiled like a man who won the toughest gambling game ever in Serna’s tavern downtown. Maybe he did win this tough game.
Then he chided himself. No, he had not won completely. He would become the winner after he had successfully seduced the heavily pregnant but very beautiful queen.
Late at night, the queen stood at the window of her bedroom, gazing out of it. She was waiting for the herbal tea Baski told her she’d send in to help her sleep. As she waited, she couldn’t help the sadness in her system.
The royal banquet ended a few hours ago, the silence of the palace soothing to her. Baski had helped her with soothingbalms and massages that relieved most of the aches in her body. She’d slept, but her sleep was one of restlessness.
She’d heard what wasn’t really surprising. The royal banquet would be rescheduled again since she’s unable to pick a king tonight. Another unsurprising thing is the rumor that circulated the palace, and probably the whole of Mombana, about Lord Riverdale spending the night in the palace. Some rumored that he might be the man that pleases her heart, which is why she allowed him the courtesy. Some rumored that she extended the courtesy because she wanted him to warm her bed-as she is pregnant, her hormones uncontrolled. Some even rumored that they might already have a torrid affair going on.
What will King Lucien think of these rumors? She couldn’t help wondering.
King Lucien. The father of her child was never so far away from her mind.
The cold night’s air caressed her body, and goosebumps broke out. She wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed rhythmically to ward off the chills, her eyes counting the stars. He was getting married to Kamara. The pain that never went away only rose higher, threatening to consume her.
Sounds came behind the door and movements. She turned and glanced at the door. A knock followed. She knew it wasn’t from any of the guards.
Before she could give orders to her sentry guards, the door opened. It was surprising to see the man who stood there to be Lord Riverdale.
“I brought hot herbal tea, Your Majesty,” he revealed with a smile, raising the wooden cup. “I saw the maid bringing it here, and she explained to me that it has soothing ingredients for you. I couldn’t resist bringing it to you myself.”
“Oh. Th-that is very kind of you, Lord Riverdale,” she managed for lack of a better thing to say.
“May I come in?”
She nodded, waving the three guards behind him away. They bowed their head and closed the door.
He walked inside and dropped the tea on her table. “You can drink it while it’s hot, Your Majesty. I’m sure it will work better.”
She took the drink from him and downed the content. “Thank you for bringing the tea to me, Lord Riverdale.”
“The pleasure is all mine, Your Majesty.” He glanced outside through her open window. “it is a beautiful night, aye?”
“Indeed it is. The moon is at its fullest. It is most beautiful. The stars are also breathtaking.”
“Aye, it is beautiful but not as beautiful as the queen of Mombana,” he drawled, staring at her meaningfully.
“You flatter me too much, Lord Riverdale.” She admitted that speaking with him was not so bad because his company kept her away from thinking about hurtful things-like King Lucien’s upcoming marriage.
“It is not flattery,” he insisted with a smile.
The queen only shrugged, walked back to her window and continued gazing into the night. She expected him to leave, but instead, she heard his footsteps behind her.
“You shouldn’t be here, Lord Riverdale. It is not proper,” the queen addressed bluntly at last.
“I mean no disrespect, Your Highness.” His deep voice was much closer to her from behind. “I will confess that I am overjoyed to be privileged to get this moment with you. I will also confess that I am very interested in you.” It shouldn’t have surprised her, but it did. He continued. “I know you will think it is all about the crown, but that is not it, my lady. I am also interested in you as a woman.” His voice dropped an octave. “You are a very beautiful, wise queen and very strong. I know it is shallow of me, but I would really love it if you would give me a chance.”
Queen Danika turned towards him, and she opted for the truth. Her voice was gentle. “I will say that I am flattered at your compliments and pleasantries, Lord Riverdale, but then you already know that. But what you do not know is that my heart belongs to another man.”
“Another man?” He did not expect that. “Who is he?”
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