Chapter 30

The maidens gathered round Maris, buttering her face up in make up and pulling the straps on the waist of her gown to tighten and swallow her already flat stomach.

She cussed underneath her breath, holding her breath as they pulled. The pure hatred she had for Linda was displayed in her facial expression. She could kill her with a gun if she had the opportunity.

She couldn't believe Linda traded her for her own selfish reasons. She thought Linda was a good woman, a good mother at that.

"Chin up." A lady with a silvery voice ordered and Maris reluctantly did it. "Pout your lips now."

Maris rolled her eyes and pouted, watching as the woman with cheeks like buns that were soaked in oil coat her lips with a red lipstick.

"Aww, see how beautiful the king's wife looks." Soaked buns held a hand to her chest with a soft look in her forest green eyes.

"I'm not the king's wife," seethed Maris with an angry line above her eye brows. "Leave me the fuck alone and show me a way out of here."

"You'll be fine, Hun." Soaked buns lips twitched into a smile that irked the nerves in Maris.

"What about Linda?" Maris asked after gagging internally at the yellowish color of soaked buns teeth.

"She left."

Maris shrugged and wished she was a witch–casting a spell on Linda would be the best thing to do for payback.

"Bring out the bride." A male voice sounded from the speakers and soaked buns ushered her out to the large and grand hall.

"Why did Linda do this to me?" Maris croaked, feeling heavy in her throat. No one was trust worthy after all.

"Mother's love, that's why." Soaked buns squeezed Maris' shoulder lightly, before taking her out to the crowd. "I bet you'll do the same if you had a child."

"The same what?" Maris whispered, "Pay for another man's sins?"

"Shh." Soaked buns hushed Maris the moment they were out in the light and poked Maris on her ribs, "Smile now, honey. You don't want to make the king angry."

"Or else what?"

"Death." Soaked buns answered without moving her lips or parting her teeth. Weird. No, scary.

The moment Maris caught sight of the fat king, her nose wrinkled in distaste at how robust and hairy he appeared. He was insane to think he could just turn her into a commodity.

Eyes glued on her body like they were going to strip her naked. The place had thousands of crowds and two huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. It was a pretty big ball. It screamed rich and royalty.

A small smile played on her lips when she imagined being bathed by maids in milk and honey, but the smile only lasted for a minute because she remembered who she was getting married to.

A fat pig!

Her subconscious screamed and she shuddered, walking beside soaked buns who wore a wide grin like the cat from Alice in the wonderland.

"One piece of advice," soaked buns leaned closer to her, her lips just a pin away, "He likes it rough and loves to be on top."

With that, she walked away, leaving Maris speechless with her jaw slacked in front of the people. Did she say he liked being on top and rough?

Doom was her destination because he was going to shift her womb and leave her using a wheelchair if they actually did the wedding night thing.

Please, send me a helper.

Maris prayed in her mind with her fingers crossed as she joined him on the throne with a face like that of a person who sucked lemons.

After the ceremony, Maris was soaked in milk and scrubbed by her new maids. It would have been a good thing if the king was like Logan.

Logan...

Her reasoning drawled and she almost got lost in one of her sweet trances of her and her supposed consort before a maid walked into the king's room with a neatly folded–Was that a black lingerie?

"Dress to please the king, my queen," bowed the maid before proceeding to put it on Maris.

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Maris held in a barf, skin creeping with goosebumps as she beheld the sight of his hairy chest.

"Show big poppa what you got." He laid on his back with both hands under his head. "That massage isn't going to give itself to me."

She shuddered, forcing down a big chunk of her pride down her throat. Slowly, she held out her shaky hands and placed them on his stomach. Goosebumps crawled up her arms and legs, leaving her dazed.

"Yes, there." He groaned, enjoying the softness her hands provided. "Give me a kiss."

Maris jolted back the moment he leaned in.

I'll give you a kiss when Satan ice skates to work!

Her subconscious exclaimed and Maris' eyes had a glint of disgust in them.

"Don't want a kiss?" He asked, getting to his feet. "You want the main thing?"

"No." She shook her head profusely, taking a step back.

"You can't deny your husband his right." The king's face was scrunched up.

He pulled off his clothes and was left in his underwear.

"You're a shy one, I see." He laughed, patting his pot belly. "Come here."

He made an attempt to grab her waist, but Maris ran like a cheetah to the other side of the room. This went on and on till he was breathing heavily with beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Don't–" he started, catching his breath, "–runaway from your king."

Finally, he had a grip on her wrist and pulled her to his sweaty body and said, "I got you."

Maris struggled to set herself free, but there was no luck. Suddenly, there was a rap on the door and she blessed whoever it was in her mind.

"I brought you your favorite wine," A familiar voice announced and both their heads snapped to the direction.

It was a maid dressed in black with a veil covering her face. Maris squinted at the girl, wondering why it felt like she had met this maid before.

"You may leave." The king ordered after she placed the whine on the table.

She stood upright, locked a cold gaze with Maris and held it for a while before stepping out of the room.

The king got to his feet and sipped from the whine. He drank to satisfaction then spun to face Maris. Oh, where did he stop?

Slowly, he strode to Maris on the bed and she got to her feet, making it for a run to the door. She ran past a mirror and halted so she could reverse and have a once over at herself.

Damn! I look sexy.

The woman in her head wolf whistled at the reflection in a black and transparent lingerie that show cased her brown nipples. It was weird how she could turn herself on.

The thumping of the king's feet brought her back to reality and she ran towards the door. Happy she was finally escaping, she pulled the handle and bumped into a guard's chest that sent her falling on her butt.

"Ow!" She whined, but not for long because she was picked up by the king. She screamed her lungs out this time around, throwing her fists in the air to fight.

The king threw her on the bed and towered above her.

"Wait!" She yelled and he froze, his hands stopping mid action. "Can you see your groin by just bending your head?"

He tried to look, but couldn't see his groin because his pot belly was in the way.

In one insane second, Maris used the opportunity to kick him where the sun doesn't shine and he held his member with cow eyes before falling beside her.

I wish he'd just die!

Her reasoning uttered, spider webbed with bitterness.

Getting to her feet, she noticed his groaning had stopped and so did his breathing. Well, It looked like her wish was granted...

Did she kill him?