A Night With The King

Sophie woke up with a banging headache. She knew the reason for her headache was due to the fact that she had been overthinking things but she just couldn’t help it. The king was giving her mixed signals. After the night they spent together, she went days alone without seeing or hearing from him. The only people she came in contact with were the maidens who came to give her food. No one else was allowed into the apartment and the maids were still not allowed to speak to her so she couldn’t ask them what was going on in the palace. The king kept his promise though and the maids brought a couple of books for her and also some knitting equipment. She already started reading the books but for knitting, she still has not found the will to start.

Sophie still had no idea where she stood, the king never spoke to her about the missing diamond since that first night and also, he never sent anyone to question or anything, it was as if he completely forgot what happened and he was just keeping her around. She didn’t know what to make of it either.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

It was one thing to be holding her because she is a potential thief and it is another thing to be holding her like he was doing, providing all she needs, sending her to the clinic for checkup when he doesn’t even know he is the father of her unborn baby. The highlight of it all was him telling her he feels comfortable in her presence. Over the last couple of days, she has been having the same thoughts over and over again, each time, she ends up giving up and just going with the flow but that didn’t stop her from thinking about it and the fact that she was always alone did not help her case.

“Water,”

Sophie let out as she got off the bed and staggered out of the room to get water, she checked the clock on the wall and it was past midnight, another day has just begun, and she silently prayed it would go uneventful too because she knew the last thing, she needed right now was drama.

Sophie grabbed the bottle of water and downed half of it, the refreshing feel washed down her body, easing her aching head. She let out a sigh of relief and made to go back to her room with the remaining water when the door that linked the apartment to the king’s chamber flew open and the king walked in.

“Fucking hell, here comes drama,”

She let out. Just when she thought he had finally stopped coming to her at the craziest time, he had to show up now. Midnight.

“Hey, you missed me, didn’t you?”

He asked as he walked in, she bowed to him in greeting. The smell of alcohol hit her at that moment and she frowned. He was drunk again. Drunk and back in her space.

“Why are you drunk again?”

She let out walking towards him as he staggered towards her, she met him halfway and caught him when he almost fell, his heavyweight almost taking both of them down. She managed to drag him to the sofa.

“Why are you always a drunk mess my king? It is not good for your health,”

She cautioned.

“Right, another person nagging me, just when I thought I already escape Patrick,”

The king let out sloppily.

“If you wanted to escape anything, you should have stayed in your room and slept off the alcohol,”

She let out.

“Right, you and Patrick have the same thing against me, why are you behaving like him right now? Patrick nags, you shouldn’t,”

He let out. Sophie felt bad for the king’s special adviser, it must be hard dealing with the king like this every time, not to mention they were almost always together.

“I see the reason he nags you.”

She grumbled. She knew his coming here meant work for her so she walked to the restroom and grabbed a clean towel and a bowl of clean water. When she came back into the sitting room, he was on the floor and talking nonsense that she couldn’t make out. She squatted near him and lifted his head. His drunk eyes met hers and for a moment, she was lost in the beauty of his eyes. She shook herself and got to work, thankfully, he didn’t throw up or at least he hasn’t. She wiped his face with the wet towel, he kept talking nonsense. She ignored him and finished cleaning his face, she brought him cold water to drink in a bid to get him to sober up. She knew he would not listen to her if she told him to go back to his room so no need to do that, she just needed to get him out of the floor and somehow manage to bring him to her room. She already knew why he came to find her anyway.

“Time to get you out of the floor,”

She let out squatting next to him again, he reached out for her hand and pulled her face close to his.

“Why are you so pretty?”

He asked, catching her off guard. Her breath caught in her throat when he lifted his hand and traced her lips with his fingers.

“Your lips are so pretty, so kissable,”

He whispered.

“Do not talk about my lips,”

She whispered, lifting her hand to remove his from her lips but he didn’t let her, he grabbed her hand with his free hand instead.

“Why? I am just saying it is kissable,”

He moaned, yup, moaned. Sophie felt her legs turn to jelly, thank goodness that she was squatting because she would have collapsed to the ground if she wasn’t.

“You shouldn’t,”

She whispered. She was slowly losing it and knew she might not be able to pull away if he decides to kiss her now. She tried to put some distance between them but the king had other ideas as he pulled her to the floor with him, she tried to get up but he beat her to it, pinning her to the ground.

“What he**

She couldn’t finish what she was saying as his weight descended on her and his mouth covered hers in a sloppy drunk kiss…