A Night With The King

Sophie stood there in shock. She should have known he would show up but it was so late at night. She only came out of the room she was using to get water from the mini fridge in the dining room. She never thought she would find him there. He was watching her. No, he was checking her out, she looked down and realized she had on the nightie she found in the wardrobe in the room. It was revealing, she hurriedly closed the door and quickly grabbed a robe she also found in the wardrobe. She wore it as fast as she could as she couldn’t keep the king waiting. Even though he was an uninvited guest who came at the oddest hour, he was still the king and the king must always be respected.

“My king,”

she let out when she came out of the room again. He was now seated.

“Woman, how do you like your new place?”

The king asked. Sophie willed herself to stay calm and not overthink things until he say otherwise, one thing was sure, she was not going to be his mistress, ever. She told herself that all day and she planned on letting him know.

“I don’t know if I should like it, my king, seeing how I am not sure why I am here,”

Sophie answered and heard him scoff.

“Why do you think you are here Sophie? Surely, you must have an idea?”

He asked as he stood up and walked close to her. Sophie knew he was playing with her and hated him for it. She wished she could at least curse at him but she knew that could lead to her being beheaded.

“I don’t know why I am here, my king. I have no idea what goes on in your mind my king,”

She responded politely even though all she wanted was to swear at him and tell him to go fuck himself if he thinks she would ever be his mistress.

“Okay, let me make it clear, I know you might have some crazy thoughts going on in your head giving the history of this place but I assure you that none of what you are thinking is it, I had you move here because I wanted you in a place I can easily access,”

He informed her which did nothing to help. It only raised her suspicions about his motives.

“Your majesty, if you don’t mind being more elaborate. What is it that you want me to do here?”

She asked. Their eyes met for a moment but she quickly looked away, she didn’t like the look he was giving her.

“Nothing, I want you here in a place I can easily meet you and where I don’t need to worry about people seeing me go in and out,”

He told her. So, in essence, what he was saying is that he plans on coming to see her a lot which further proves her thought about him wanting to make her his mistress real.

“I can’t be your mistress, my king,”

Sophie let out. She knew she had no say as no one can say no to the king but she wasn’t about to accept whatever he threw at her without a fight.

“Why does everyone keep assuming that?”

The king let out.

“Everyone?”

Sophie asked in shock. So, he already told people about wanting her to be his mistress, oh the shameless man.

“Everyone being you and Patrick, why do you guys assume that I want to take a mistress? I can assure you that I don’t need a mistress woman so dead that thought,”

He warned. Sophie was too stormed for a moment to say anything. She just stood there wondering what else he would want her to be here for if not as his mistress.

“Then why am I here?”

She asked when she finally got her voice back. The king glared at her like she had lost her mind, and she bowed her head.

“I already told you. I want you somewhere I can easily access. You and I have unfinished business and you are pregnant. the dungeon and the prison are no places for pregnant women so I thought of being a good man and finding a better place where I can easily come in and ask you questions and also somewhere no one else can have access to you unless I give the go ahead and this place fit so perfectly, that’s why you are here woman. I have no intention of making you or anyone else my mistress,”

He explained. Sophie let out a sigh of relief. Yup, it was a sigh of relief, no way she was disappointed by what he said. She would be a fool to be disappointed. She never wants to be a mistress and hopefully, never wants to be desired by him.

“Did I make you speechless or did you want to be my mistress?”

The king asked and Sophie realized she hadn’t said another word. She lifted her head and realized the king got too close for comfort. She took a few steps back before answering him again.

“I dare not wish for such, I have no desire to be your mistress, my king,”

“Good then, because I don’t need a mistress, what I do need right now, is a sleep partner and you will do just fine,”

He said which earned him a confused look from her.

“What do you mean?”

She questioned.

“I mean I want a sleeping partner just like we did last time, only this time I am sober, surely that’s not hard right?”

He asked.