A Night With The King

Sophie was about to fall asleep when she heard the lock on her door turn, she sat up fast knowing it would be the king, he is the only one who would come to find her this late, she knew it was late because she calculated the time between when they had brought her dinner and that was five hours ago so the time was nine or few minutes past ten pm.

Sure enough, the door opened and the king staggered into the room, his eyes found her on the bed and she hurriedly got off the bed and bowed in greeting.

“Your majesty,”

She let out as the smell of alcohol hit her, he was drunk. Why was he here when he was drunk? Did he want to question her so badly that he hadn’t bothered to sober up before coming? He could have slept it off and come to find her tomorrow. The king has a drinking problem and somehow always ends up getting drunk especially when he meets up with important people. It has happened so many times that she concluded that he drinks so that he can face them without fear, not like she was saying the king was scared of anyone. The man was fearless but maybe his flaw is his inability to address important people without having a drink. She wasn’t judging but his habit was part of the reason she currently has a child growing inside her. If he had not been drunk that night, he would not have sent for her nor would she have ended up in his room and fucking him so yes, it was his fault and once again, he somehow found his way to her while he was drunk.

“Sophie, tell me the truth, who got you pregnant? Who is the father of the child you carry?”

he asked and she stood there in shock. Did he really come all the way from the main palace just to ask her that and while he was drunk? Unbelievable.

“Wait, is that why you came to find me so late? And you are drunk too, don’t you need sleep or something?”

She asked him as he staggered further into the room, he almost fell but she ran to him and caught him. He was heavy but she was able to drag him to her bed and made him sit down. She stood in front of him staring daggers at him but he wasn’t even fazed.

“Tell me Sophie, who touched you and got you pregnant?

He question, like she was supposed to be some untouched virgin which was funny because she has had her share of men before she was forced into celibacy because of what happened. Before she had to run away, she had been very active and had a boyfriend who she had to break up with when things were no longer safe. She hadn’t wanted to drag him into her family’s mess. If what happened had not happened, she might have married Greg, he had been a good man to her even when she had told him she wanted out, he hadn’t argued or tried to talk her out of it. He respected her choice.

“Come on, don’t ignore me, Sophie, tell me who the bastard is that got you pregnant?”

He let out loudly. Sophie wanted to smack him so badly. If only he knew the bastard that he wanted to know about was no her than himself.

“I already told you that I am not going to tell you who the father of my child is, I don’t have to tell you that,”

Sophie fired at him. How can he show up here while he was drunk? Why did he even think it was okay to show up in front of her drunk and out of his mind? And of all the things he had to ask her while he was drunk., it had to be the identity of her baby daddy

“I have to know, I am the king,”

He responded. He wasn’t the only one who was crazy, his people were too because why the hell did they allow him to leave his chambers knowing he was drunk and out of his mind? The last time he was drunk and in the same room with her, he got her pregnant, now he was drunk again and here asking her who the father of her child is. Maybe she should tell him the truth, at least he won’t remember by morning just like he didn’t remember sleeping with her.

“Well, my king, I don’t have any intention of letting you know, you can’t force me to disclose his identity when it has nothing to do with you,”

She let out. She couldn’t risk telling him even though he was drunk. What if he wakes up by morning and remembers what she told him? That would be bringing trouble to herself sooner.

“Can I spend the night here? I don’t want to walk back to my room,”

He said already laying on her bed and taking up almost all the space.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Your majesty, you can’t sleep here, My king? You can’t sleep here,”

She went to him and tried to drag him out of the bed but he was unmoving and muttering words she could not make out.

“Lance! fuck you get off my bed,”

She called out his name, yes. His name was Lance and he had told her himself when she newly started working for him. When the other palace maid found out the king told her his name and asked her to call out his name, they had been jealous even though he hadn’t known why and what prompted the jealousy.

“Let me sleep, I am tired,”

He muttered.

“You can’t sleep here, do you want me to get in trouble because of you? Get off now and go back to your room,”

She let out pulling at his arms but he didn’t bulge instead, he pulled her hand and pulled her to the bed. She fell on his side and he wrapped his arms around her.

“Yes, like this, let’s sleep like this,”

He whispered. His raspy voice caressed her ears, she wasn’t the strongest person, and having him so close did make her body go into overdrive, she blamed it on the pregnancy hormones and on the damnable man who wants her to get in trouble. That’s the only explanation as to why he was here tonight and laying in bed with her, he wants her to get in trouble with his people while knowing that he would get away with it while she would be the only one getting the heat. Sophie tapped his arms asking him to let go. He refused, instead of letting go, he pulled her even closer to himself.

“This bed is so small,”

He grunted out. She hit him. What had he been expecting when the bed was made to fit one person or at least two small people. He was huge so he took up almost all the space.

“You can always just get up and go to your room, my king, I am sure your bed would be bigger and more spacious.”

She let out. She knew just how spacious his bed was. She let him fuck her from different angles on that bed a couple of months ago and she couldn’t deny the fact that she would let him do it again if he wants to. In fact, it was hard for her to keep her hands to herself and not jump him right now.

“I think I am going to throw up,”

He muttered and she pushed him with all her strength, she wasn’t about to have him mess up her bed or her room. She hated the smell of vomit too much to be able to live with it if he does.

“Let’s get you to the restroom, please my king, get up, you can’t throw up here.”

She let out and he got up and followed her without stress. He almost hit his head on the door of the restroom because of how small it was. He was really drunk because he sat on the ground in the restroom and threw everything that was in his stomach out. She stood with him patting his back as he threw everything out all the while cursing her ill luck for always finding a way to bring this man near her when he was at his worst.

“I am done,”

He muttered and stared at her with eyes that didn’t fit his big body and whole personality. He looked like an innocent man just sitting there on the floor of a restroom inside the dungeon his ancestors built to keep prisoners that they wanted to deal with personally.

“Don’t look at me like that,”

She let out as she took one of the brushes that Emily had dropped off for her earlier and gave it to him to brush his teeth, he staggered up to his feet and went over to the sink and while he brushed his teeth, she took care of the mess he made.

“So, can you leave now? I want to sleep,”

She told him when they got back into the room. He shook his head and pulled her hand, dragging her back to bed with him.

“I am spending the night here, you can’t send me away, I am the king,”

He let out.

“How does that even make sense to you? You leave your big luxury bed and come camp out in this small one just because you are the king? What the hell?”

She questioned.

“Just go to sleep,”

He whispered and kissed her forehead. Her face reddened and her heartbeat increased. Oh, the man was out to get her and she was in trouble. He didn’t do anything else than pull her closer to him and before long, he was snoring. Since there was nothing else that she could do, she smuggled into his arms more and closed her eyes to sleep. Whatever happens tomorrow, in her defense, he was the one that walked in here and not her.