Her Marriage, Her Revenge novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Finding Another Woman For King Timodore

I

Toremo who is walking towards Dreckos and King Timodore heard the latter’s command to the former. His eyes suddenly flashed with interest.

“My King, did I hear it right? You are looking for another woman?” Toremo asked with curiosity in his tone.

“Yes Toremo, do you have one?”

“I have a friend. But I wanted to know first what would be the role of this other woman. Would she be going to be your mistress?” Toremo inquired again with growing more curiosity now.

King Timodore answered nonchalantly, “In the meantime, she will be my mistress but later if I found her more suitable, I will make her my Queen.”

“I see, I don’t want to intrude nor ask what happened with you and Queen Lea. I will just heed your command. Tomorrow, I will ask my friend to visit our palace and I will introduce her to you, my King.” Toremo said after vowing his head.

Dreckos looked at King Timodore as if his eyes are asking if the King is serious with his plans.

“Good Toremo. I will be looking forward to meet that woman then.” King Timodore said then walked away without even excusing himself. His strides are wide and his face seems so cold.

Dreckos and Toremo looked at each other both with inquisitive looks.

Dreckos just shrugged his shoulders and after patting Toremo’s left shoulder, walked away too.

Toremo was left with a wicked smile on his lips. He will ask Sulie to come. She has been so frustrated before anyway when she found out that King Timodore has found a wife already. She was still preparing then to meet the King but someone like Queen Lea grabbed that opportunity from her. Again, Toremo smiled wickedly.

II

Asalea has been tormented for a while already. It was past their bedtime but she never saw yet her husband entered their room. She could still remember that before, right at this moment, they are already in their delirious state while having their passionate lovemaking.

She shook her head and tried not to think of any negativity. King Timodore might be just busy outside. She then decided to look for him.

Walking outside of their room and down the corridor going down, she passed by on Toremo. She smiled at him and asked, “Toremo, have you seen the King?”

In a way, King Timodore has been moved upon seeing the hurt in his wife’s face. Her sadness affects his emotion, but he tried to stay stiff. “Yes, please go first. I will come to you when I want to.”

Queen Asalea nodded and looked at King Timodore again with her gloomy eyes. “Excused me then.” She murmured, then turned her back and slowly walked away.

King Timodore followed her with his eyes. His heart wanted to run and embrace her but his mind and his feet won’t cooperate with him. He stood still just watching her back until he could no longer see her. He sat on his King’s chair again and made a deep sigh.

“Asalea, why do you have to lie to me and fool me?” he whispered and his eyes turns into its depressing look and then anger thereafter.

In their room, Asalea has been filled with sadness. She does not want to think that the King already knew the truth about her; otherwise, he might have asked her about it already. He is silent so far when it comes to that matter, so she is still with high hopes that he did not know yet. He must be just tired and wanted some space considering the turmoil they went through during the attack of the Ecleteon Werewolves.

She closed her eyes and tried to sleep.

Queen Asalea was already in her dreamy world when King Timodore entered their room. He sat at the edge of their bed and watched Queen Asalea’s bosom as it moved up and down placidly. She is wearing a white see-through sleeping nighty that shows off her curves. As he further runs his eyes through her body, he suddenly swallowed his saliva when he noticed that she wears no underwear and he can see her flower in between her thighs. He swallowed hard and breathed so deeply. He wanted to ravage her body, sinks his manhood to her, and feels her whimper, while he is getting in and out of her deeper to deepest, faster to fastest until she will cry while whirling her hips in total satisfaction.