Stranger Things
The Next Morning.
~The Archetype and Vulcan~
"Athena."
He rolled in bed and crashed on a lady next to him by the left. His left arm, pressing on the tit of the lady. He didn't seem to get the best of that mood as he turned to the other side. He crashed against another lady. His left over the thighs of the lady.
He mumbled again,
"Athena."
As he kept fighting to lie peacefully in the bed, surrounded by ladies, he didn't get the best of the mood. His eyelids began to pave gently, till his pupils caught the life of the day.
"Oh... goodness."
He sighed as he began to realize what was happening. He had requested for maids to satisfy his pleasure yesterday. And he had been on the loose, pleasure-wise, until he passed out.
Then suddenly, he felt a silhouette standing off the bed, obstructing the flow of the clamoring rays of sun. He looked towards the window and his eyes widened. He sat up suddenly, staring blankly at the lady standing few steps away from the bed, blocking the strokes of light.
"Athena. When did you return? Since when have you been standing there?"
He argued, still surrounded by the two ladies.
"What do you think you're doing?"
She queried, her eyes keen and scary. He worked his eyes well, probably trying to be sure if he was seeing clearly.
"What do you mean? You didn't even mind sharing me with Ayla, why are you getting worked up over two maids. Mere maids?"
She let out a wierd shout suddenly and the two ladies jumped up and scrambled out of the room.
"If you lie with any maid again, I would be forced to lock your manhood until you need a use of it with me... only me!!"
She staked the claim and stomped out of the royal chamber. She was dressed in a milk gown with gold embroidery.
"What was that?"
He threw his face sideways, in the direction of his queen. He watched her walk out, his eyes hovering over the two guards at the door.
"Is something wrong with her? Why has she changed all of a sudden. She wasn't like this few days ago."
He hurried off the bed and walked to the neighboring room which had the bathing pool in its middle. He walked into the pool and called at the maids who would bathe him.
The two maids walked in and began to scrub him while he plunged into the depth of his thoughts again. In no time, he was done bathing and had been clothed by another set of maids.
He walked back into the royal chamber and out. He headed to the throne hall. As he walked in through the side, he caught the sight of the archetype, his queen, on the throne.
He got there and sat on the throne next to hers. Before he could find his words, she had stolen the stance,
"Forgive, my Lord for that. No sane woman who loves her husband genuinely would pretend not to be moved seeing her man lie with other women."
The solid ball of confusion melted in him. Her gentle, beautiful face was an excuse for him to knock out every of the conflicting thoughts loitering.
"It just happened all of a sudden and it's pretty much disturbing."
She reached her hand across her throne to touch his cheek,
"I didn't mean to upset you. I admit that I was eaten up by my own anger."
He shook his head softly, putting his palm to the back of her hand which made her still of the caresses.
"I'm at fault here. I should get used to you, my love. The former Athena seemed too good to be true. She wouldn't even mind whether or not I lie with other ladies. As tempting and refreshing as it was back then, it had every trait of sus."
"Maybe I should adopt her trick whenever I'm away. I think it'll help keep you at the peak of satisfaction. You shouldn't lack anything."
He grabbed her face and kissed her.
"That will be unfair. You don't have to be someone else, my love. I should understand and respect what you want. You're not a bound slave, but a free woman. A great queen... the daughter of Zeus for that matter."
They both chuckled for a while as the door to the palace opened. The captain of the guards hurried in and fell before their feet.
"My Lord, my Lady... We might have some guests."
"Who are they?"
The archetype had shot, Vulcan's chance denied.
"They are three kings from unknown lands. They came with men, gladiators and want to prove points."
"Send them to the royal building. We'll join them."
That was Athena again. Vulcan shot her a quick glance, his stare filtered but a little bit tipped.
The Captain of the guards tarried a bit, awaiting Vulcan's turn of words but the archetype shot again,
"You should realize that you're keeping the royalties waiting."
Vulcan nodded the fellow off and he bowed slightly before leaving.
"He probably thought you would say otherwise."
She turned to Vulcan with a broad smile. He smiled back and nodded. Then he leaned back into his seat.
"So, how do we go about the pregnant Athena? The surrogate who disappeared. Shouldn't we hunt her down and destroy her? What if she gives birth to a son and the boy comes back in the the nearest future, staking a claim to this throne. What would happen to the heir you would raise for me?"
The archetype touched his face again,
"She's not carrying the pregnancy at the moment. She must have locked it up somewhere far away from our reach. But soon, we'll figure out. Let's not act hastily. Let's concentrate on the present business. I CHÓRA TOU VULCAN should be a center of the world's trade."
"Can pregnancy be locked away?"
His confusion came to life as she chuckled,
"Absolutely. After nine months she could pick it up back and then deliver the baby. It's just like burying an egg away till it's ripe for hatching."
She kissed him,
"Don't be too flustered, my love. Magical creatures do a lot of things."
She stepped off the throne, reaching out her hand,
"Come my Lord. Let's attend to business."
He nodded softly and took her hand. They headed out of the palace.
