Married to the arrogant king

ZARA’S POV

“Zara, tell us how it happened,” Queen Catherine, Aunt Anna, and some servants gathered around me, giving me a curious look.

“Tell you, how what happened?” I repeated feigning ignorance. I knew what they were talking about, but pretended not to.

“I mean, the sex between you and the king,” aunt blurted out, and I felt my cheek heating up.

Even though I can’t remember how it all happened, I still feel shy thinking about it.

“Aunt, why should I discuss, such a sensitive matter with you all,” I replied, trying to avoid the topic.

“Okay fine, don’t tell us,” Queen Catherine said, and they all sighed, giving me a disappointed look.

I know aunt would not leave the matter, so I suggested we had fun.

“Anyone who can catch me will be allowed to name my baby,” I yelled, running away. It’s been a long time since I had fun, I guess being a queen, took all the fun.

CARL’S POV

I stood on the balcony, a huge smile on my face as I watch Zara laugh and play with Catherine, lady Anna, and some servants.

Her laughter, which echoed all over the hall, sounded like music to my ears and gave me a warm feeling inside. I also loved the way her black wavy hair swayed as she jumped up and down.

“When are you going to tell her?” A tiny voice sounded from behind, and I twirled to see Zara’s little nephew(Eric) walking toward me.

“Tell her what?” I asked, and he rolled his little eyes and sighed.

“King Carl, don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” he blurted out, and I smiled. for some reason seeing this child made me envision, what my child would be like. Will he or she be as bold as this little kid standing in front of me? I reckoned, crouching to his size.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about?” I retorted, and he rolled his eyes again, putting his hand on his waist. “I mean, when are you going to tell her about how you feel?” He muttered.

“And how do you know what I feel?” I asked, raising my brow.

“It’s because the way you look at her, is the same way I look at the spicy chicken, mother makes. And you know, I love spicy chicken a lot, it’s my favorite,” he explained, and I burst into a fit of laughter.

Wow, this little kid is something else, I thought.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, pouting his little mouth.

“Your explanation is funny, but I’ll listen to your advice,” I told him, patting his head, and he smiled.

“You can ask me for advice on how to express, your feelings if you don’t know how to,” Eric offered, and I chuckled.

“Really, you want to give me advice on how to express my feeling,” I repeated, not believing my ears.

“Yes, of course. There’s nothing wrong about me giving you advice if I’m more experienced.”

“Wow prince Eric, how are you more experienced? tell me, have you ever expressed your feelings to someone before?”

“Yes, I have. I once expressed my feelings to a girl, but she turned me down, saying I was too chubby and eat a lot,” he replied, pouting his mouth and I almost died of laughter.

“Okay prince Eric, tell me how I should express my feelings to your aunt?” I inquired.

“King Carl, first you take her out on a boat ride, then a romantic moonlight picnic, girls love these kinds of things.

To say I was stunned is an understatement how can a child know all these things? ” how old are you again?” I asked to be sure because this child in front of me behaved and talked like an adult.

“I’m the same age as Aiden,” he replied. It was then I noticed, that Aiden was no was to be seen. “Where’s Aiden?” I asked, looking around.

“He’s playing in the garden,” Eric answered.

“And why are you not with him?”

“I was, but had to leave to get something from my chamber, that was when I saw you. But now I’ll take my leave, I wish you the best,” he muttered, walking away.

I watched him until he was out of sight. He’s just like Aiden, or a little different. I realized that seeing and talking to him, made me want a child more than ever, and I also couldn’t wait to express my feelings to Zara, so I called Jerald to arrange a boat and also the garden.

UNKNOWN POV

So King Carl wants to express his feeling to his queen, how sweet. I hid behind a pillar as I watched him and the child.

I’d have to admit that the child is really smart for his age. But that’s not why I’m here.

I was sent by my king, to spy on king Carl and queen Zara’s every move. I’m also here to bring sadness into their happy lives, and I’m sure that will happen pretty soon.

Once I poison queen Zara, all their happiness will be taken away.

My king also instructed me to look for an ally and a scapegoat. So far, the only person who hates Zara is lady Gwen, and she would make a perfect ally.

After spying on Carl for some time, I left to think about how I would carry out my plan.

Since king, Carl is planning a boat ride, and a picnic, I would use that to my advantage.

…

Gwen sat in her chamber, drinking wine and drowning in her sorrow, while her father tried to console her.

“Gwen, you should give it up. Queen Zara, is already pregnant, you should forget about the king and move on. I’m sure there are other men out there who would want you” Lord Francis advised.

“Father what are you saying? you were the one who told me to pursue Carl, remember.”

“That was then when queen Zara was not yet pregnant, but now she is, I want you to stop pursuing him.”

“No Father, I won’t stop, even if Zara is pregnant, I can also become pregnant,” Gwen said angrily, she couldn’t believe her father was telling her to stay away from Carl.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“Father, I thought you wanted Carl to be your son-in-law, what happened?”

“Gwen that was then, but now I realized it was selfish and wrong of me. I should never have urged you to pursue Carl, that’s why I’m trying to make amends, and asking you to do the same before it’s too late.”

“I’ve already started father, I won’t stop now,” Gwen answered.

Lord Francis, looked at his daughter in disbelief. Somehow, he blamed himself for not being a good father to her.

“Gwen, they say a person, who plays with fire gets burnt. I warn you to stop being selfish,” He yelled, walking out of the chamber.

Gwen looked at the closed door and scoffed. “I would be a fool to listen to him,” she thought and continued drinking her wine when someone knocked on her door.

At first, Gwen thought it was her father, who came back so she yelled, “Go away father, I don’t want your advice.”

But the person opened the door and walked in.

“Father, I said…” Gwen blurted out but was cut off by the person.

“I can help you become the Queen,” she said, and Gwen turned over to look at her.

“You,” Gwen yelled, gobsmacked.

“Yes me, I’m the only one who can help you now, so let’s become allies.”