Married to the arrogant king

“We think the one behind it is king Arthur of Neptune.”

“Why would he want to attack us?” King Alan asked.

“Your majesty, I think it’s because we allied with Everton.”

“Yes, that could be true, because as far as we know, we haven’t provoked king Arthur in any way, our alliance with Everton could only be the reason.”

“Your majesty, I think we should ask King Carl for help. You know Neptune is far stronger and has a lot more soldiers than we do. there is no way we could face them if they decide to go to war.”

King Alan remained mute, thinking of what to do. He knew his council members were right, Azrael could not afford to go to war with Neptune. the outcome would be very bad.

“Your majesty, say something,” his council members urged.

“We can’t ask king Carl for help,” King Alan voiced out.

“But why your majesty?” Why can we not ask him for help, after all, that’s the reason Azrael allied with Everton, so they can help us in times like this,” one of the council members reasoned. He seemed to have triggered everyone because they all started to murmur among themselves.

“Silence,” king Alan yelled, and they all went, mum.

“The reason we can’t ask King Carl for help is that he recently got married, we should at least consider that and let him focus on his marriage for the time being. We have to find a way, to somehow handle this situation ourselves.”

The council remained quiet, thinking about what king Alan had just said, some of them agreed and some were still keen on asking Carl for help.

IN NEPTUNE

After Arthur returned to Neptune, he was restless. he reminisced the event that had happened in Everton.

“Carl,” he mumbled, clenching his fist.

“Your Majesty, you need to calm down, or you might get a high blood pressure,” Arnold muttered, feeling concerned for his king.

Ever since they returned from Everton, Arthur has been like that. Every little thing angers him, and he takes it out on his council members and those around him.

“How can I calm down? didn’t you see how Carl humiliated me? he yelled. Until I get my revenge, there is no way I would be at peace.”

“But my king…”

“Save it, Arnold,” Arthur shrieked, cutting him off. Unless you have a way I can get back at Carl, I don’t want to hear another word.”

Arnold nodded but suddenly remember something.

“My king, this is urgent. An anonymous person sent you this message,” he revealed, handing a scroll to Arthur.

Arthur eyed the scroll, before receiving it from him.

Arthur opened the scroll, scanning its content, and his gaze gleamed. Whatever the content of the scroll was, seemed to have lightened his mood.

Arnold stared, at Arthur, wondering what the content of the scroll was.

“Arnold,” Arthur dubbed.

“Yes, your majesty.”

“Do you think, Carl would care if there was an attack on Azrael?” Arthur asked.

“Of course, my king. He is now married to Azrael’s princess, and Everton is aligned with Azrael, so he has to care. It’s not an option anymore, it’s an obligation,” Arnold responded.

Arthur’s lip curved into a smile. “Arnold, I want you to arrange five hundred men, and ordered them to raid the town’s on Azrael’s border.”

TWO DAY’S LATERAll text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

CARL’S POV

All the guests had finally left Everton. I was now sitting on the throne, with Zara beside me, as we address the issue concerning Everton.

“Your majesty, this last matter concerns you and queen Zara,” lord George(Lord in charge of alliance) announced.

Zara and I turned to each other, before turning to look at him.

“About us?” I repeated.

“Yes, my king,” he replied.

“What about us?” I blurted out.

“My king, since you and queen Zara are finally married, we think It is now time for the both of you to consider giving Everton an heir, “Lord George declared.

“Yes, your majesty, Everton need’s an heir,” the council members chorused.

I stared at them, gobsmacked. I didn’t even know what to say, we just got married a few days back, and now they want an heir?

I turned to Zara to see her looking equally stunned. I smirked, as an idea came to my head.

“My dear council members, I guess the decision is up to queen Zara. This issue should be addressed to her instead,” I announced.

I could feel Zara burning holes through me, but I completely ignored her, keeping a straight face.

“What do you say, queen Zara,” lord George redirected.

“Uh.. uhmm” Zara stuttered, and I almost burst into laughter. I guess this issue has rendered the blabbermouth princess, speechless.

“I… I would work on it with the king,” Zara blurted out, her cheek as red as a tomato.

“That’s wonderful, Queen Zara, we hope that in nine months, you would give birth to a set of triplets,” lord George mumbled, and the rest of the council agreed.

“But, I thought, you just said an heir, that means one,” Zara shrieked, looking frightening.

“Yes, Queen Zara, but we wouldn’t mind if you could have triplets, right my king?”

“Absolutely,” I blurted out, smiling mischievously.

…

Somewhere in Everton

“Gwen, you need to act fast, the council has already started to pressure queen Zara to have a baby,” Lord Francis(Gwen’s father) let out.

“Father, it’s not as easy as you think. Whenever I plan something against Zara, it always seems to backfire. And worst of all is that Carl is now closer to her. I think he likes her,” Gwen retorted.

“But you and Carl grew up together, I’m sure you still have a place in his heart.”

“I don’t know father. lately, he’s been distant. we barely talk or even spend time together. what do I do father?”

Lord Francis thought for a while. He was really looking forward to being the king’s father-in-law and if his daughter, could not make that happen, he needs to find a way.

“Gwen, I think I have a plan,” he blurted out.

Gwen snaps her attention to her father, giving him a curious look. “Tell me, father.”

“Why don’t you ask the king out for a stroll or a picnic. I will give you a portion to put in his drink, then you will lay with him and become pregnant,” Lord Francis advised.

The corner of Gwen’s lips twitched evilly. Why didn’t I think of that? She thought.

“Father, this is a great plan, I’ll surely do as you say. This night, the king and I will surely get intimate,” Gwen muttered, laughing evilly.

…

That night, Zara decided to spend time with Catherine, her aunt Anna and Lia. While Carl was in his office, reading some scrolls.

“Your majesty, lady Gwen would like to see you, should I let her in?” his guard’s announced.

Carl frowned slightly, remembering what she said about Zara. But he still agreed to see her.

“Let her in,” he ordered.

Gwen walked into the office, her gaze narrowing slightly, to take a quick glance around.

Carl glanced up to look at her, a look of Irritation, flashed across his gaze, before it was replaced with an expressionless one.

“What do you want Gwen?” He snapped.

Gwen flinched, looking hurt.

“Carl,” she called, trailing closer toward him.

“I know, you are still angry at me, for what I said about Zara. I just wanted to say that, I’m sorry. I would even apologize to her if you want me to, But please forgive me. I want us to go back to being the best friends we once were. Please, Carl, it’s been long, since we spent time together, Is our friendship no longer important, do I not matter to you anymore?” Gwen muttered, schooling her face perfectly into a pitiful expression.

Carl tilted his gaze to meet hers. When he saw the hurt expression on her face, he suddenly felt guilty. “Maybe I’m at fault. I forget about my friend once I got married, he thought.

“I’m sorry, I neglected you, Gwen, how do I make it up to you?” he asked, more calmly this time.

Gwen squealed inwardly, she was happy that her plan, was slowly walking out.

“I want us to have a picnic,” she muttered.

“But it’s night Gwen, you should sleep,” Carl urged.

Gwen frowned but quickly replaced it with a smile when Carl looked at her.

“Please Carl, we might not get another chance,” she said, giving him a hopeful look.

Carl sighed, glancing at the scroll in front of him, then at Gwen. “Okay Gwen, let’s go,” he muttered, walking out with Gwen.