A Night With The King

“Are you sure? Because that man just called off our wedding and I have reasons to believe you are why he did it,”

The princess said. Sophie opened her mouth to talk, but no words came out, she was too dumbfounded, she had thought Patrick was just saying nonsense when he had talked about the king calling off his wedding but the princess was saying the same thing but what she couldn’t understand was why they both think she was the reason the king would do that.

“What? You can’t say anything? Are you happy? I know you must have told him you don’t want to share him with another woman, that’s why he called it off, you guys must be strong for him to be throwing away a union that would benefit his kingdom for you,”

the princess went on.

“My princess, I don’t know about the king calling off his wedding, the king and I have no such relationship, I am more like a prisoner here, something happened that I don’t know if I can tell you about but one thing is sure, the king did not call off your wedding for me,”

Sophie said in a firm voice. She couldn’t let them keep blaming her for something she didn’t have a hand in. Aside from the drunk kiss and when he kissed her forehead, the king and her had not shared anything intimate that would suggest that she was his mistress, plus she had no power over the man, if she did, she would never have been sent to jail. The only thing linking her and the king was the baby which he wasn’t even aware of. Thinking of the baby, Sophie subconsciously cradled her abdomen, she removed her hands almost immediately.

“You don’t know he called off the wedding or you are pretending you don’t know, girl, don’t do like that, it is not nice,”

The princess replied.

“I am not pretending, I honestly didn’t know the king called off your wedding and also, why would the king even think of calling off his wedding even if I am his mistress which I AM NOT,”

Sophie yelled out the last part.

“You are pregnant,”

The princess let out. The sudden talk about her baby shocked Sophie, she wasn’t even showing yet so how did the princess know? Only the king and a few other people knew about her pregnancy, did they tell her that?

“He is the father right; this is the reason he doesn’t want to marry me, right? He knows you are already carrying the heir and marrying me would ruin the baby’s future, that’s why he is calling off the wedding, he doesn’t want competition between the child of his mistress and any other kids he would have, is that it?”

Princess Roseline asked. She was right about Lance being the father but was so wrong about everything else, the king didn’t even know the baby belonged to him; heck, he didn’t even remember sleeping with her and she was sure even if he knew he owned the baby, he would never let her baby be the heir, not just him but everyone in the kingdom would be against it, not only was she not from the kingdom, she was also a nobody, if she was royalty or at least noble like the woman before her, waiting for her answer, she might have had a chance with him. She was none of those so, it would never happen and she already made sure she never thought about a life where the king would accept her and the baby and they live together forever.

“You can’t say, right? Is it top secret? Wow, the king is expecting a child with his mistress who used to be a maid in the palace, wow, I want to be petty so bad and spread the news,”

The princess and Sophie knew she had to do something to stop her from continuing with her train of thought or else it would be bad for her.

“My princess, you are wrong,”

Sophie blurted out.

“Wrong? About what? You being the king’s woman or you being pregnant with his heir? Which is it? Fill me in because I would like to know,”

The princess said, folding her hands against her chest and giving her full attention to her. Sophie fidgeted, it was one thing to lie to the king about the identity of her child’s father because that mudafucker was clueless but it was another thing to lie to the woman currently watching and observing her as she looked like she could see through her; Sophie knew she had to be as convincing as she could ever be to make the princess believe her and get off her case.

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Her words were cut off when the door that connected the king’s chamber to the emerald house flew open; both the king and his special adviser walked in. Their entrance shocked the princess. She opened and closed her mouth multiple times to say something but ended up closing it each time without a word, all she could do was point.

“Roseline, you shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t bother her, she has nothing to do with what happened,”

The king let out as he walked closer to them.

“The fuck she is not, you coming in through that door which I assume is some secret door just proves a lot of things,”

Roseline let out. She walked past them all and opened the door the two men had used before they could stop her.

“Oh, wow, the king’s chamber is connected to this place,”

She yelled out as she walked back. Sophie just stood there. She couldn’t say or do anything. The two men didn’t do anything either. The princess came to stand in front of them, clapping her hands.

“Wow, now Lancelot, what were you saying again about her not being your mistress, you have a door that connects this place to your room, you can come in here at will and you still want to lie? Why not just say the fucking truth, you didn’t call off the wedding because we lack some chemistry, you called it off because you don’t want to lose your woman, which I wouldn’t have a problem with if you had just been a man enough and just speak your truth,”

The princess declared.

“I should not say it Lancelot but I have to say it still, I fucking told you so,”

The king’s special adviser let out. the king glared at him before turning to the princess.

“Wow, the assistant knows about the big secret,”

“I am not his assistant for fuck-sake,”

The king’s special advisor yelled at the princess who didn’t seem to be fazed by the special advisor’s outburst. Sophie just stood there like a spectator, it would have been better if they all would just leave and take their issues somewhere else.