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The strong scent of Thjis’ cologne hit her the moment she left Zikur’s room. Refusing to admit that her daring husband must have eavesdropped on their conversation, she took to her heels.

Thjis chuckled as he watched his wife scamper away. He would have loved to chase her, but first he had other important things to deal with.

Zikur wasn’t the least surprised to find the Icelander king in his room when he stepped out of the shower. He had expected this visit sooner.

“To what do I owe this pleasure Thjis the Great?” Zikur asked as he toweled off. Thjis cast him a look. “It’s King Thjis the Great to you. When the fuck are you leaving my lands?”

Zikur’s smile was tight lipped. “As soon as my king is ready to leave.”

“Hanos would leave today at midnight. I expect you to go with him.”

“Why are you in a hurry to get rid of me huh? I haven’t done anything wrong.”

Thjis laughed. “You fucking slept with my woman!”

Zikur rolled his eyes. “She was mine, is mine.”

“She was never yours leech. Plus, I did her good and married her. You on the other hand, left her to rot.”

“Did her good, you say? Thjis, you hit her.”

“Thinking of it now, I wish I had hit you instead. Now listen to me leech, let this be the last time I see you or smell you near my wife. Is that clear?”

“You should also ask her to stay away because I don’t know why I’d come here to meet the queen sleeping on my bed.”

Thjis glared at Zikur. “Stay away from her.”

“And if I don’t?” he asked, mischief dancing in his eyes. “What would you do?”

“Nothing,” Thjis replied. “I won’t do anything Zikur but he will. Your son can be compelled Zikur, and you’d be surprised to see what a son could do to his mother.”

Zikur paled. “You woudn’t dare. She’s your wife.”

“I used to think the same, until she bore you a son. Now, she’s nothing to me but an entitled woman.”

“She loves you, you know”, Zikur emphasized.

Thjis scoffed. “If that was true, she wouldn’t have fucked you.”

“She was only unfaithful once! And that wasn’t her fault! It was mine! Come on Thjis, you ought to forgive her, after all you’ve also been unfaithful.”

His tattoos swirled under his skin, and Thjis took in a deep breath to calm down. “I will let her live, on the condition you stay away. Merry Christmas leech.”

….

Dogara was worried.

The moment she sighted Thjis disappearing into Zikur's room, she was afraid of what her husband would do to him. She was scared but stopping wasn’t an option. She had to keep going. She entered the bathroom the minute she arrived in her bed chambers. A cold shower did nothing to calm her nerves, but at least she was clean.

She quickly slid on her panties and tried clipping her bra behind her back.

Rough hands covered hers and her heart thumped in her chest when she realized it was him.

“Thjis….”

He only pushed her hands away and removed the bra straps. Dogara watched her brassiere fall to the ground. She hitched a breath as his hands cupped her breasts.

“How many times has he touched these?”

Her bottom lip trembled. “Thjis….”

“Answer the question Dogara.”

She bored holes into the ground. “I don’t know.”

“So he has touched them. Interesting.”

“Thjis….”

He cupped her sex and Dogara whimpered. “I’m assuming he has had this for lunch? Breakfast? Dinner?”

“Thjis….”

He released her. Teary eyed, she turned around. He didn’t spare her a glance as he picked up the bra and handed it to her.

“It’s a size small that’s why you had trouble clipping it. Try and get something your size.”

She felt awful. “Thjis…”

“Don’t. I don’t want to hear my name from your lips. After our marriage, I never slept with another. Yes I had whores and concubines, but I only ever fucked their mouths and titties. You on the other hand, you spread your two damn legs like a desperate whore!”

She wiped away a stray tear. “I had needs. He fulfilled them.”

“Needs? Did you ever mention having needs or urges?”

“I don’t need to mention shit. You probably would have noticed if you actually looked at me and not papers.”

“I’m a king. I am bound to be busy.”

“You were never busy when we made our sons. You always created time for me.”

“Well maybe I did not see the point anymore,” Thjis replied.

“I hate you.”

He laughed. “You hate me? Then leave because I’m damn tired. I’ve put up with you for a thousand years and I am tired.”

“You can’t get rid of me so easily Thjis. I gave up my all for you, so it’s me and you till the end of time.”

Moved, he covered her mouth with his. Aroused, Dogara kissed him back. Perhaps things would have progressed if Waxlyn hadn’t dared to interrupt. Beet red, Dogara turned, her back to her husband. Thjis dumped a robe on her shoulders before turning around to admonish their grand-daughter.

“Waxlyn”, he said with a sigh. “How many times would I teach you to knock?”

She merely rolled her eyes. “You said knock if the door was closed. You left it open”

Thjis glared. “Shouldn’t you be asleep young lady?”

“Shouldn’t you?” Waxlyn shot back.

Dogara, now robed, turned around. “Waxlyn, my greatest wish this season is that you be filled with respect.”

Waxlyn rose a brow. “ I thought your greatest wish was to see your sons settle down with fertile women?”

Dogara was embarrassed. Luckily for her, Thjis came to her rescue. “Waxlyn, if you have nothing else to say, get out.”

“Grandpa!” she cried out

“Out!”

“I will leave only after I’ve accomplished my mission.”

“Which is?” Dogara inquired

Waxlyn reached into her pockets to retrieve the letter. It bore no crisp and she was delighted to hold it before her. She had never seen envelope as bright as the one she handed over.

“Great grandma wrote you a letter. It came in a few moments ago. I recognized the seal as hers.”

Thjis and Dogara exchanged looks, before Thjis collected it. “You’ve accomplished your mission, now leave.”

“Grandpa!” Waxlyn cried out. “Don’t be so rude! At least allow me to know the contents of the letter.”

“Waxlyn, you have a minute to get out before I call the guards on you,” Dogara warned.

“Grandma!”

She glared. “You have fifty seconds.”

Waxlyn pouted before leaving. The moment she was out of the door, Thjis turned to his wife and pulled her in for a kiss.

“Open the envelope Thjis,” she murmured against his lips.

“I will, after we’ve made love.”

His sweet words warmed her heart but Dogara had to resist the temptation. The letter was more important than their carnal desires for each other.

“Make love to me later,” she whispered, detaching herself from him. “Right now, we’ve got to know what she has written.”

“Okay then. Open it,” he said, handing her the envelope.

“No, you open it.”

“You’re the one who wants to know what’s in it, so open it.”

“You’re the one who collected it from Waxlyn, so you open it,” she said, thrusting it to him.

“Dogara, if I’m to open this letter, it would be after I’ve fucked you. So make a choice.”

Scowling, she plucked it out of his hands. “Fine, I’ll open it, but we’ll read it together,” she said.

Thjis didn’t say a word and only stood behind her.

Dogara broke the seal, discarded the envelope and unfolded the letter.

Written on the coloured paper, read:

I’m coming.

“That’s all?” Thjis asked, as Dogara put it away.

“Yeah. It’s so strange. She didn’t even say when she would be coming or rant. I’m so scared Thjis. This is unlike your mother.”

He squeezed her shoulder. “Be calm darling. If she’s coming, we just have to prepare for her arrival. Speed up with those Eloive’s lessons.”

“What about the princesses Thjis? You know it would upset her, if they’re yet to conceive.”

“We’ll be fine sweetheart. I promise.”