Damon sipped his cup of wine as he lay shirtless on his bed. Everything was going smoothly. A smile tugged at his lips. He was already unstoppable.
"Your Majesty, Her Majesty, Queen Euphemia, arrives."
Damon heard his guard say, and his eyes drifted to the door. "Let her in."
Seconds later, the door opened and a gorgeous, regal-looking lady walked in. Her gait held an effortless elegance, her features fine and fair.
"Your Majesty," She bowed to him with her coyish smile. His eyes raked over her body as she removed the coat she wore, revealing a transparent inner clothing.
Damon's eyes lingered on her breasts before settling back on her face.
"Euphy, what brings you here now?" He asked because it wasn't her time to warm his bed, but his first wife, Ingrid.
"If it pleases His Majesty, the Emperor, Queen Ingrid is ill and she has allowed me to take her place." She smiled, licking her lips sensually, as her eyes sparkled with desire.
Damon's eyebrows furrowed. He thought she was already getting better. Oh well...
His eyes trained on her slender neck. Out of all his wives, Euphemia was the most sexually alluring. Her figure was crafted adoringly by The Almighty and Euphemia sure basked in the attention he always gave her.
He gestured to her with his index finger to come closer and she walked to him, swaying her hips in pride as her smile widened. The Emperor couldn't resist her. She knew.
She climbed onto the bed slowly and laid beside him.
His hand went to her back, drawing imaginary shapes on it. Leaning closer to him, she perceived the smell of alcohol in his breath and her eyes went to the wine he held. Suddenly grabbing it, she downed it in one go, placing the cup back on the table and gave Damon a sheepish smile.
He smiled at her brave, cute act and grabbed her waist, turning her swiftly, pinning her down on the massive bed.
She giggled in ecstasy.
His eyes locked on hers. "Today was a great day, Euphy." She lifted her fingers, tracing his chest slowly with keen interest.
"Hm? What happened that pleased His Majesty and put him in high spirits?"
He bent down, planting kisses on her bare neck.
"Ah…" She moaned slightly, feeling his hands cup her right breast.
He then looked back at her. "Your husband is the most powerful man in the land."
She chuckled. " My Lion," she let out a small growl and bit her lip. He smiled.
"Your husband is unstoppable. No one can bring us down." He whispered close to her chest and she let out a high pitched laughter due to the tickle.
He then suddenly tore her dress open. Her eyes widened a bit but she let him, loving the way his breath had turned heavy and intense as his eyes blazed with want.
"I'm all yours, Your Majesty. Use me however you please." She whispered to him and he slammed his lips on hers. Sliding his fingers beneath her dress, he rubbed on her private area and she let out a loud moan, which he muffled with his lips.
Euphemia's toes curled as she threw her head back when he inserted his fingers into her roughly.
"Ahh!"
But their sweet moment was cut short by a sudden banging on the door.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
Damon paused mid-movement and gritted his teeth. "What?!" he snapped.
Euphemia inhaled sharply, casting an irritated glance at the door.
"Your Majesty! It's the Queen!"
Damon's eyes widened. He immediately got off Euphemia, snatched a coat, and draped it over himself.
Euphy clicked her tongue in anger as she pulled the duvet up to cover herself.
"Stupid queen. She should just die already," she muttered, rolling her eyes.
Damon yanked the door open. "What happened to the Queen?" His voice struck the guard like a whip. The man gulped, flinching under the emperor's glare.
"Y…your Majesty. She…"
"Out with it!" Damon roared.
The guard stumbled over his words, and Euphemia's head snapped toward the sound.
"H…Her Majesty! She's not responding!"
Damon felt his stomach pit. "What?"
"She…they have been trying to wake her up, but she's…lifeless."
"Shut up! Do not speak such ill words of your Queen. Take me to her!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The guard hurriedly bowed, leading the way, while Damon followed with fast steps.
Euphemia's face contoured with disdain. Even in ill health, Ingrid was still the centre of attention. She gritted her teeth. She hoped tonight would be her last night in the realm of humans.
Damon rushed to his first wife's chambers, to see her surrounded by maids and his third wife, Sibyl.
"What is happening here?" He demanded, his steps steady as he walked closer to the sleeping queen.
Everyone immediately bowed, acknowledging his presence.
"Your Majesty, may you live forever." He waved his hand in the air and they all stood up.
"Lena."
The queen's maid flinched as the emperor called her. "Y..yes, Your Majesty."
He walked closer to her, his eyes narrowed. "How did this happen?"
The maid gulped as she bowed low. "Your Majesty…I …I do not know why her condition seems to worsen. She was fine just this morning."
He took a deep breath as he sat closer to his wife. His eyes noticed her parched lips and pale complexion. Her brown hair was sprawled across the pillow and he realized she had lost a tremendous amount of weight. She was literally a shadow of herself.
His wife had been ill for two weeks now, but she had been getting better the past few days. So why the sudden unimprovement?
"Have you called for the Physician?" He asked and the third wife answered.
"Yes, Your Majesty. He's currently on his way here. But…" Her voice thinned, dissolving into silence. Damon's gaze sharpened.
"What?"
Her troubled expression gave her away. She opened her mouth to speak, then sealed it again in hesitation. "It's nothing, My Lord."
"Sibyl," His tone dropped low and heavy and she shifted where she sat, with her fingers curling into her skirt.
"May…may I have a word with you alone, My Lord?"
He gave a low hum of agreement. They stepped out into the quiet hallway, the lit torches painting restless shapes against the stone. Damon looked down at her; she barely reached his shoulder, and he tilted his head, urging her on.
"Your Majesty," she began, with her voice hushed, "I know this may sound unbelievable, but I swear to The Almighty, I'm telling the truth."
Damon studied her for a few seconds, then signaled her to continue.
She moved closer. When she spoke, it was barely more than a breath. "I think… no. I know Queen Ingrid used forbidden magic."