Tamina paraded in her chamber, one hand on her arched back, rambling on.She looked like she was going crazy.
"I said I wanted pork soup! I don't need fish; I will feel like throwing up! She said, throwing her hands in the air.
Her long red hair slapped across her shoulders as she paced to and fro. Her pregnancy was now six months; she felt she didn't need any stress.
But her mood swings were difficult to cope with; even her maids were having a hard time.
"My lady, but you said fish soup the first time…
"No! I said pork after that, or are you deaf now?! She cursed out, drawing a hiss under her breath.
She grabbed an apple in a fruit basket, then sank her teeth into the juicy apple, taking a bite. She munched on it angrily before dropping it on the table. She then picked up a half-peeled banana on a silver plate.
She peeled it off completely, then took a bite. Tired of pacing to and fro, she sat on the bed.
"My feet are sore! She cried out, going crazy.
A maid in the room grabbed a bottle of coconut oil, then sat on a small stool in front of Tamina, then began to massage her feet.
Tamina was wearing a plain, loose white gown, her protruding stomach shooting out through the gown. Her breast jingled underneath the gown, sore and heavy.
She wasn't wearing any jewelry, her red hair was let down, her body was undergoing little changes, and her cheeks were slightly chubby.
She munched on the banana mannerlessly, then threw the peel away without any care in the world.
Just then a maid walked in with a box in her hand. Tamina was lying on her back while on her bed, but she sat up when she saw the maid.
"From the King, his gift to you from Hamstung." The maid announced in detail.
Tamina was Simon flustered. She signaled the maid to come closer, and the maid did; then she snatched the box from the maid's grip and opened it.
The golden pendant necklace was carved into a half moon with a small diamond in the middle. Tamina gazed at it and smiled in satisfaction.
"Keep it aside; remind me to wear it when next I am leaving my chamber." She said losing interest in the necklace immediately took her gaze off it.
Suddenly her hand flew to her aching, ripe nipples, and she cried
"I don't need gifts! I want him…the King. He did this to me! She cried, covering her face with both her palms. Every single time she would get emotional, the maids would feel helpless, but this time she wasn't asking for much.
Celin, Tamina's personal maid, signaled another maid to send for the king. Ragaleon was in a meeting with the small council when the maid walked in, escorted by the guards, claiming she had a message to deliver.
"Go ahead." Ragaleon said, but the maid knew it was unwise to say such a thing for everyone to hear. So she made a pleading face, signifying what she wanted to say was for only him to hear.
Ragaleon signalled her to come forward, at the same time giving his knight a signal to hold his peace. Under normal circumstances, if the knight sees anyone coming close to the king, he would step forward and try to stop whoever it was.
The maid leaned forward and whispered words into Ragaleon's ears. With each second that flew by, Ragaleon's eyes darkened, his golden brown eyes flashing with various emotions.
The members of the small council simply exchange glances, wondering what the maid was whispering to their king. When the maid had finished delivering her message, she leaned away and bowed to Ragaleon before walking away.
Ragaleon ended the meeting briefly before dismissing the small council, and then he headed for Tamina's chamber. From outside the room he could hear her wailing and cursing; her mood swings have been in high tension lately.
Immediately Tamina heard the double door to her chamber open; she turned towards the direction, and her ranting ceased. When she saw it was Ragaleon, a relieved expression spread across her face.
Her body was burning with needs and cravings. She swiftly climbed down from the bed, her heavy breast jingling under her loose gown, and made her way to Ragaleon, then hugged him, but he didn't return the hug.
Tamina didn't mind; she knew the king was never good at reciprocating emotions. All he knew how to do was shower his wives with gifts and give them the comfort of a queen.
When Ragaleon felt fast hands unfastening his belt, he raised his gaze…
Leave us! He commanded the rest of the maid, and they bowed and quickly scurried out of the room.
Ragaleon knew he had a responsibility to fulfill to his wives. Under normal circumstances he would have sidestepped such a lustful demand, but seeing as Tamina was carrying his child, and her hormones have been high lately, he decided to give her what she wanted, for his own peace of mind.
Tamina felt hands on her thighs, and her body bubbled with excitement. Ragaleon carried her to the bed and made her ass face him as he banged her from behind her.
Due to her protruding stomach, he could only fuck her from behind, and Tamina's endless moans overwhelmed the room.
...
As evening fell, she walked around the spacious house, lighting up the candles. She hasn't done this in a while; most of the time she stayed within the walls of her room and sucked all day.
But today, something seemed different. She walked around the halls of the house with a candle stand in her hand, turning on the lanterns in the corridors. Her innocent face held a weary smile.
Her feet dragged along the halls of a place she now called home. She entered the kitchen, but the kitchen was already illuminated with lanterns. Her housemaid, Marymanda, was tending to some vegetables, and there was a pot of soup bubbling on the fire.
When the housemaid inadvertently turned around, she was astonished to see Berth.
"Good evening, my lady." She greeted Berth, who simply smiled and then walked away; the kitchen was already lit up with lanterns and candles, so she had no business there. Her eyes seemed lifeless, with only a glint of cheerfulness lying deep.
Her pointed nose was red from too much crying; she even ended up with a runny nose. But today something stirred: the desire to keep on living, to accept her fate.
When she heard a carriage pull up in front of the magnificent, brick-walled house, she immediately diverted her steps and went to her room. She sat on a low stool in the room applying some powder on her face, then she slowly let down her hair and began to brush it slowly, humming a song softly.
This was the scene Dickson met when he walked into his room. The handsome fellow has been ignored by his wife ever since they got married. She didn't talk to him, and after their wedding night, when she threatened him with a knife, he distanced himself from her.
"Welcome home, husband." Berth said, dropping the brush gently on the dressing table. Dickson blinked his eyes, his ears pricking up. Was he hearing things?
He was taking off his clothes, but his eyes darted to where Berth was seated just a few seconds ago; she was now making her way towards him. She placed her hand on his shoulders and helped him take off his layered clothes.
"I…don't need any help…" Dickson didn't find this appealing.
"Just let me help you." Berth cuts in roughly, then smiles.
He sighed and watched how she took off his clothes layer by layer until it was only a white linen wrapped around his waist.
"How was work today?" Berth asked like a dutiful wife.
Dickson ran his hand through his hair before finally peering at her beautiful face, so pure and innocent. He looked away, then murmured.
"It was fine…like always." He answered, walking past her. Berth turned around, a smile still plastered on her lips.
"Dinner is ready; meet me at the dining hall when you are done." She said that and then turned around, walking away. The sky blue gown she was wearing befitting her status as a duchess.
Dickson turned around to gaze at her but only turned around in time to see her exiting the doorway. He creased his forehead, his thoughts colliding in a whirlwind
Berth had just struck a match and lit up the last candle stand on the wooden table, where several dishes lay bare, emitting steam. The dining hall was warm, and the wooden table was just long enough for five people to dine on.
Her dark hair leaned away from her face as she straightened up after lighting up the candle; when she turned, she saw Dickson standing behind her, lurking in the shadows, a blade of candlelighttouching his white nightwear gown.
The white gown had a long free sleeve, and on top of the gown was a red scarlet rope tied across his stomach. His hands were crossed behind his back as he watched his wife behave in a manner he had never seen.
Why are you standing there? You scared me for a minute." Berth said, smiling, and then she walked up to him and entwined her hands with his.
"Come…dinner is ready." She said, dragging him to the table. He sat down on a wooden chair, and she walked around the table, then pulled out a chair and sat opposite him.
They eat dinner silently; Dickson would catch a glimpse of Berth redrawing her gaze when he glanced at her. She ate like a noble, slowly taking in the taste of the food while munching it between her teeth.
Marymanda stood aside, watching the couples with a faint smile on her face. They looked lovely together; she was glad her mistress came out of her room.
By the time she was done with her dinner, Berth retreated to her room. She changed into a red nightgownbefore rubbing scented oil on her skin, humming as she did.
When Dickson walked into his room, most of the candles were turned off; his eyes flashed at the bed. There he saw a small figure curled up under the blanket.
He sighed before turning around and making his way to the guest room where he slept.
He would be lying if he said he didn't hate this; for some reason he had affection towards his wife, even though she had made it clear that she didn't love him.