Chapter 39

“I was seventeen when my grandfather, the first Minister to hold the highest title in the region, died. He was a lovable old man, you would’ve loved him tirelessly and he would have adored you too” Sylvester said, and pinched Desire on her cheek making her laugh.

“We grieved for a while and then went back to our lives not knowing things were about to go bad for our family. My mother had died after giving birth to Naomi, and it was just my father, my elder sister Urmi, me, Ying, and Naomi.”

“You have an elder sister” Desire asked rhetorically. Why hadn’t she heard of this sister?

“I just began the story, Desire. Calm down my dove” He kissed her shoulder.

“Two months after my grandfather’s death, we received a letter from the king who had decided to honor my father with a great position and wanted him to come along with his whole family. Not sensing any danger, we all went there happily. My father was glad that he was finally being acknowledged in his region and able to continue his father’s legacy. We got there and we were welcomed warmly. We made merry, danced, and rejoiced.

By the end of the day, the king called us into his private chamber, which is also the throne room, the same one he invited you to the other day, do you remember?” Desire nodded.

“When we got there, the king asked for Urmi’s hand in marriage. My father couldn’t approve his request because Urmi was already betrothed to the son of the previous finance minister. My father disagreed and furiously, he left the palace with us after the King threatened to take her by force even if we do not like it”

“The king is not my favorite person” Desire declared, making Sylvester laugh softly. He knew he wasn’t her favorite person but her repeating it over and over again was always funny to him.

“The next thing we knew, the son of the finance minister, the one who was supposed to marry Urmi in two months, was found dead, lying in a pool of his own blood after being killed. This devastated both families, especially my sister. She mourned him for days, she was in love with him and she didn’t know how to live without him”

Desire gasped out loudly at the story. She felt so sad for Urmi. She couldn’t imagine any woman to feel that way, ever. No one deserves to lose a special person.

“The king sent his condolences and the next day, he sent his proposal again. That was when it became clear that the King had killed that innocent man. So, before we could stop her, my sister, Urmi sent a message to the King through the messenger he sent. She said some wrong words to him, disgracing his royal status. We all knew what she said was wrong but no one could blame her. She was still grieving and yet, the king had the heart to send a proposal”

Sylvester snickered before he continued the story.

“This in turn angered the king and summoned up his determination at marrying my sister by force. Then he sent the messenger back to tell us that we should all prepare for his arrival in three days' time as he’d be coming for his bride. We all lost our minds, my father was angry, my sisters sad while Ying and I could only think of ways to keep our family safe.

We waited for his arrival and on the third day, the king was nowhere in sight. My father decided to set out on his own to see if the king had laid an ambush or made a plan to destroy us while we lay waiting for him. The sunset and my father didn’t return. By morning, the knights I sent out to look for him came back with his corpse. Angrily, I set out with Ying to the palace to call the king out for the damages he had done. I was on the way when a messenger came in with the news that my sister, Urmi had committed suicide right before we left”

“My lord,” Desire rose from the water and turned to face him. Her eyes were filled with tears as she stared into his eyes. She could see that he was struggling to tell the story. He had lost two family members in a day, people who meant the world to him. Now, she could fully understand his anger, his unspoken words and how he felt indifferent about lots of things.

She placed her forehead on his as she gripped his shoulder tight.

“You’ve gone through so much, Sylvester” she cried out.

“Don’t even let those tears drop Desire. I don’t like it when you cry. I’m fine” He assured her and kissed her tears away.

He made Desire sit on his lap with her two legs beside his body, he weaved his hand round her body and looked into her eyes.

“I was shattered. I didn’t go back home to bury my sister and my father, instead I went to the palace with a determination at beheading him but then to my own shock, I saw my sister, Naomi already in a bridal robe, waiting with the king in his palace. I lost my stance, I couldn’t speak.

Once I regained my senses, I tried dragging her out of the palace but to my own surprise, Naomi pushed me away and she told me to my face that she had always wanted to be Queen. She had the right to tell it to my face that she had been eyeing the king for a while and now that she had that opportunity, she decided to take it.

I told her that from that moment onward she was dead to me, she will never be my sister anymore. All she’ll be to me is a Queen and told her to forget that she has a brother somewhere outside the palace”

Trying to calm him down, Desire asked a different question, “Even though you went through all these in the hands of the king, why did you still became the prime minister, why did you accept the role?”

“It’s a duty to my people, Desire, not to the king or to the throne” He replied. Desire kissed his forehead as she felt really proud of him.

“I don’t believe what Queen Naomi said, I think there’s more to the story”

“Why will there be more to the story? She betrayed her own family, she deserves to be banished or flogged at the public square….” Desire felt his shoulder tense, she knew he was mad at his sister or maybe it was at the situation.

Without Sylvester knowing and him still rambling off about what Naomi deserves, She slipped his half hardened cock into her pussy moaning out loud as he filled her own.

“What are you doing?” He asked surprisingly as he felt aroused all over again. It was difficult for him to say the words.

“Trying to distract you, master” Desire replied, smiling wickedly.

She kept on pushing herself in and out of him while Sylvester sucked her nipples, sending her to her place of pleasure.

By the time she was thoroughly fucked and tired, Sylvester moved them to her room and gently placed her on the bed.

She looked at her master longingly before asking another scary question, “What is it like to be in love with someone?”