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Chapter 11 - After the Ecleteon's Attack

I

The first thing that Queen Asalea saw when she opened her eyes was the black wall in front of her. She recognized the place instantly. She is in their bedroom. She tried to recall what happened during the attack of the Ecleteon Werewolves and her eyes instantaneously grew wide. Where is her husband? She struggled to wake up but upon hitting the floor, her feet ran swiftly out of the room. She needed to find her husband.

Her feet brought her to the living room where she found her husband talking to Dreckos. Both men turned their faces to her when they heard her, called on the name of King Timodore.

“Wife, are you okay now?” King Timodore hurriedly approached Queen Asalea and hugged her. She hugged him back.

“I was afraid when I walked up and found you not beside me.” She said looking at her husband with a twinge of fear in her eyes.

“I am perfectly fine, my Queen. Don’t worry, all the Ecleteon Werewolves who attacked us were all dead now.” King Timodore said as he caressed her back while consoling her.

Upon hearing those words, Queen Asalea disengaged from King Timodore, with satisfaction on her face now, which glinted a while ago with a sudden rush of fear and anger.

“You stabbed the heart of King Burkano until it became like tiny bits of bread. Did you remember that my wife?” King Timodore’s eyes were somewhat inquisitive as it looked directly unto the woman’s reaction upon hearing his statement.

“Yes, I do. King Burkano deserved it.” She said with a streak of hatred in her eyes.

“I have this hint that King Burkano has offended you in any way in the past my wife. Am I correct?” This time King Timodore’s face was already stricken with seriousness. Whatever her wife was hiding from him, he wanted to know it from her.

“Yes, he did. But I don’t want to elaborate it right now,” Queen Asalea replied however as she retreated and excused herself from the two men. King Timodore and Dreckos glanced at each other with curiosity, dancing both in their watchful eyes.

II

When Queen Asalea returned to their bedroom, she felt panic attacked her. Had she been too transparent with her feelings already towards King Burkano a while ago? Did her anger towards the Ecleteon Werewolves make her give away the truth into the eyes of her husband? She knows how intellectually observant King Timodore is.

She wanted to tell him the truth, but her courage right now seems to have forsaken her. She has no guts to come to him and tell him the truth. She is not yet ready to accept the consequences of her actions. What if he will not accept the fact that although her plan of revenge against the Ecleteon Werewolves was her initial reason for marrying him; but later on she had a change of heart and her love for him gave that initial reason merely her second purpose now? She shook her head several times, as the fact remains that she still thought of using him to take revenge against the Ecleteon Werewolves. Who would be glad to know that he was thought of to be used and been eventually used? Of course no one and definitely not a powerful vampire like King Timodore. With this, Queen Asalea felt that cold chill runs through her veins.

As she fell to her deep slumber again, Queen Asalea did not notice anymore that King Timodore entered their room and looked at her with eyes full of love but with strips of doubts on it.

He laid flat on his back beside his wife on the bed and after a moment, King Timodore fell asleep too. He could still feel the pressure and tiredness caused by the recent unimaginable experience they had encountered during the attack of the Ecleteon Werewolves.

III

The next day, King Timodore and Queen Asalea almost woke up simultaneously.

King Timodore rolled to his side facing his wife. “How do you feel now my Queen?” His smile was contagious.

Queen Asalea extended her hand and caressed the man’s cheeks beside her, down to his supple lips. “I feel so fine now, especially that I woke up beside you.” Her smile was seductive.

King Timodore was not able to control himself that he gave her a deep kiss, aggressively. Instantly, fires within them lit up.

“Wife, can we do it now?” King Timodore whispered behind his wife’s ears that gave her a warm effect, making her giggled in anticipation of his next moves.

When King Timodore claimed once again the softness of his wife’s lips, he forgot that prior to sleeping beside her last night; he was having some doubts about her true identity, including honesty towards him.

Their room has been filled with passion thereafter that only their hearts could comprehend.

Thus, what will happen tomorrow is something that they would not want both to think about right now.

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