Full of Anticipation

Fahmeen’s POV:

*I call out for my father, I could smell the familiar musk he would wear. His tired robe lay on the chair, and the doors to his balcony were open. That bright moon beckoned me towards the flowing curtains, and so I found my feet moving. I breathed in salty air and smiled at her. I wonder out loud where father is. No one answers. The moon returns my gaze and we stay like this for a moment. Round and full of life.

"Darling?"

I sigh of relief knowing he has appeared.

"Look at the moon, father. Isn't she beautiful?"

Suddenly his voice is right next to me,

"Yes, sweet child." He sounds sorrowful.

"She is beautiful." Before I could look at his face, a heavy force hits my back. Shock paralyses me from stopping me falling over the balcony and I scream my father's name as he watches me disappear into the blue infinity.*

“It’s only a dream.”

Rolf’s sleepy voice lulls me back to sleep, a firm hand cradling my belly.* A dream, a dream.* It was only a dream.

Pregnancy is hard work! Time is both slow and fast. Every week brings new challenges and joys. Today I realise a bump can be seen through every piece of clothing I wear.

I am alone in our chambers, back in Anarvhall. The babe seems to like it here, he recognises it as home. Yes, *he*. Call it a mother’s intuition.

“I wonder what name you’ll become.” It wasn’t known yet, the name of our baby. However growing up, we’d always believed in the strength of one’s name. How it can influence a person into becoming who they are. That’s why a good name is very important. I stare at the small collection of blankets Rolf had created for our child, missing him this morning already. He was hosting a meeting with several allies. Apparently, everyone was distancing themselves from Covas. Well, the King really. Rolf needed to find out if it included me, as that would become a problem for us.

I distract myself with Daisy’s most recent letter. She is keeping me entertained with her thoughts on Oko. That man seems to have made it his mission to both trouble and mystify her. When I write back, I’ll remind her of why she was seeking him out in the first place. The poor girl had given herself quite the burden of revenge. My feelings towards General Oko flicker between confused hatred and pity. If I think too deeply, I would give myself more reason for the latter, and that I cannot do. Not until Daisy had found her peace.

The Queen of Covas’ POV:

*My guilt forces me back. My treachery binds my hands and stops my tongue*. Before our history could suck me in, Micah arrives and with a stern face closes the doors to the gardens. I was drinking lemon tea in the conservatory, one that we’d built together in fact. It doesn’t seem to ever register in his mind anymore, what we had built… or on whose backs we had built it. That was where my ghost stayed.

“Keep Sapphire close, dear. She is our daughter’s honest friend and only ally to the kingdom. I have her husband’s ears.” He takes place at the desk. He’d carved an office into this dwelling of ours years ago, so he could stay with me and watch as I grew our gardens. I yearn for those days. “Will you not relent Micah? Our end is imminent.” I sigh, bowing my head. The shame, the lies, is all that lay underneath our thrones.

His hurried footsteps stop at my seat. He briskly takes my hands and urges our eyes to meet.

“Don’t say that. We are not yet finished.”

A twinkle that I don’t enjoy sparkles in his eyes.

“Trust me.”

I’ve grown tired of his plans, and take his hands. I walk us to the open doors to watch our world before us.

“We must accept that we had our time. Relinquish the throne to our daughter whilst we still can. Once Rolf sits on Covas, no one will trouble its waters.”

This doesn’t relieve Micah of his frustration as I’d hoped. Instead, it grows.

“No! What if he returns. And don’t look at me like that, you know who! He will take it from them one way or another. That man knows no peace.”

I can’t help but challenge,

“I wonder why.”

“Leave it. It’s dead, ugly. Leave it in the closet where no one can find it.”

“It is not dead! Stop being the stupid old man they are all saying you are!”

His hand drops mine and my words seem to hurt him.

“Even you?”

“My loyalty to you has far exceeded the bounds of man and wife. You need to do something now, for the sake of our child!”

He suddenly glares at me.

“Ours or yours?”

Fahmeen’s POV:

I was bathing when he returned.

“How was the meeting?” I ask, scrubbing the last areas of dirt away. Rolf walks towards me, rolling the world off of his neck. He bends down to me and presses a sweet, fiery kiss to my lips awakening that part of me.

“It was successful. There’s nothing for us to worry about.” He takes my hand, kissing each finger tip slowly.

“How was the hunt?” I ask, unable to look away from his stare.

“Another success.”

He smirks, his other hand sliding down his body to untie his pants.

“And how-

“Enough.” He stands, pressing my hand onto his growing erection.

“Stand up.”

I am breathless and desperate for him and so I obey. My pussy is throbbing as he sweeps me into a kiss, forcing his body into me. For a second I think he wishes to join me in the tub, instead as he sucks my bottom lip I am picked up and walked into our bed chamber. I grab onto him, arms around his neck as his hands grip my ass cheeks. He leaves me panting on the layer of thick wolf fur on the bed, naked before him. He sheds whatever clothing left on his body and quickly lands on top of me, rubbing his hardened cock against me. I gasp and moan into his mouth, urging him to react, guiding and thrusting himself inside of me. I push back into the bed in anticipation and he seizes the opportunity to suck hard on my neck. The pain forces my fingers to dig into his back and shoulders as he fucks me rough and fast.

“Rolf! Fuck me!” I urge, my ankles on his ass keeping his cock deep inside of me. He groans in a sort of painful pleasure as he slows down, and leans up on his elbows. One hand slides underneath my head and grips my hair and we join our lips together, slowly, our tongues desperate to feel every part of our mouths. I want to stay like this a while, but Rolf slows to a halt.

“Turn around.”

He does it for me, and I’m face down as he holds my hands above my head against the bed. He re enters me, staying on his knees and focuses his hands tightly on my ass. It’s fast and dirty, fingers dangerously close to my other hole. I look behind me and find him staring down there intrigued as he continues his thrusting. I motion ‘no’ and he hesitantly accepts, his body finally coming back down over me. His hands join me above my head, his lips on my neck. We continue like this for a while, kissing and making love slowly for an hour or so. Sweet loving whispers shared and after we finish, the night lulls us to a transcendent sleep.