Chapter 62 - Food Feast

Julia kept breathing shakily. She didn't know what Michael was up to. He had blindfolded her.

All she knew was she was made to sit beside the table in his chamber. She tried pushing up the blindfold on her face when she thought Michael wasn't looking.

"No. You are cheating. You should just wait until I remove that. Or do you want me to bind your hands?" Michael asked immediately. It seemed he was monitoring her all along.

"No. Please don't bind them" Julia begged.

"Then place them on the table" he instructed.

"What?" Julia already knew she was talking about her hands.

"I think I will have to bind them anyway" he made up his mind.

"No. They are already on the table where you want them" she placed her hands on the table quickly. She could hear Michael giggling. "What?" she questioned.

"Why are you so afraid to get your hands bound?" he chuckled.

"I don't just like it" she mumbled. "And when is this going to be over?" she asked impatiently.

"Some people are keeping us waiting, I'm sorry for that" he apologized.

"Who are these people and why are we waiting for them?" she asked again.

"You can't get answers to those questions that is why you are blind folded" he replied calmly.

"Okay. I won't be asking any questions anymore. I will be silent" she moaned.

"That will be good" he clapped his hands. "Yes, thank you. Come this way" Michael said to some people that came in.

Julia could only heard their footsteps. She wondered who they were.

"Can I ask a question?" she couldn't keep quiet as she earlier promised. Her curiosity had been peaked.

"You will be silent, remember?" Michael whispered. "Good" he tapped her as she nodded.

She heard the footsteps leaving the chamber once again. She kept silent.

"Now it is time to remove the veil" Michael walked behind her and untied the fold on her face.

Julia rubbed her eyes before opening them. She had been in blindfold for some minutes and the light would feel strange now.

She opened her eyes.

"No!!" she covered her mouth to muffle her scream. "Is this a food feast?" she stared at the table in front of her that was now filled with varieties of royal dishes.

"No, it is a celebration" Michael walked back to the table. He picked a berry and signaled to her to open her mouth.

Julia smiled. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Michael put in the berry. He continued picking items from each dish and putting it in her mouth.

"That's okay" Julia laughed with a mouth filled with food. She stood up and sat on the table right in front of Michael.

"Are you filled up just like that?" he asked in amazement.

"I want to be filled up somewhere else" she adjusted herself on the table placing each leg on each side of Michael. She rolled her dress up enough to expose her thighs.

"I think I am understanding you better right now" he moaned.

"First, what are we celebrating?" she asked with an air of audacity.

"We are celebrating you" Michael sounded clueless.

"For what?" she added more to his misery.

"What you just did was heroic. Even when I couldn't understand, you kept going. You were locked up. I threatened you" he paused like he was short of words.

"And?" she urged him to continue.

"That's all" he gave up and waved his hands.

"You mean you blindfolded me just for no reason?" she asked strictly.

"No" Michael was confused. "For no reason? No. I had them brought all this food for you" he quickly expressed.

"Did I ask for this?" she picked up a plate and emptied it on him.

"I'm sorry" he moaned, shaking the food off his body.

"I'm sorry isn't going to be enough for that" she frowned.

"What?" he was still very confused.

"You made me eat what I do not want to eat" she complained.

"I thought you like it" he said sofly.

"No" she replied him softly and grabbed his head. "I have eaten what you gave me. Now you will eat what I have for you" she asserted.

"And what's that?" he tried looking around.

She put his head right between her crotch and covered him with his dress.

"You want me to eat this?" Michael asked from under her with his breaths muffled.

"Keep quiet and eat" she instructed.

"I will eat this to your....." his words were cut short as Julia wrapped her legs behind her neck compressing him to her body.

*************

James stood up hastily. A wealthy, respectable man had just made way into his chamber. The man looked strange. He had never seen him before.

Except his looks that were presentable. Every other things about him were weird.

"Quentin?" James called out. He knew he was the only one that could have disguised into his chamber in this form.

"James" he sighed. "I have just took a big risk coming in here" he looked behind as if he was checking if he had not been followed.

"And why did you do that? We both agreed that I will come once you are done. This is unnecessary" James complained.

"I think I have just become a little bit impatient and the sprinkler is ready. And all yours" he brought out a paper bag to show him.

"It is ready?" James asked with a smile.

"I don't want us to waste much time anymore. You should be king already" he breathed shakily.

"Okay. Thanks. You will be rewarded in full" James assured.

"I doubt that" Quentin said quickly.

"What do you mean?" James stared at him with a face fulll of questions.

"Because I am not sure of how you will get this to where we want which is inside the king's food after it had been tasted?" Quentin seemed to be putting in all the details.

"Do not worry about that. I have it all planned out" James assured him. He didn't want to talk much about that.

"If you really have it planned out. It won't be hard to spit out, will it?" Quentin didn't back down. He just wanted him to tell him everything.

"After I tell you not to worry. Is there something else in this?" James was becoming tense. This was one of the reasons why Quentin must know he was his boss.

"This will affect both of us. Its success or failure. We are in this together. Let's analyze all the plans and resolve any part that can go wrong" Quentin had declared his mind. He wanted to know all what James had planned.

"That means you do not trust me to perfectly execute this" James alleged.

"I should say you do not trust me enough to share your plans with me. Or is your plan that dumb to share. You think I will call you a fool?" Quentin insisted and that was stirring James' rage.

"I have a good plan" he replied sternly.

"You always have a good plan and we always miss as far as I remembered. Just tell me what you are planning to do. There is nothing wrong or hard in doing that" Quentin fumed.

"I will tell you right away but you should know something. I am not sharing this with you for your opinion. I will do it as I have it panned out already" he professed.

"I don't care. Just shoot" Quentin acknowledged.

"I'm planning to hang this in some chandelier right above his head. When he isn't looking,all I will need to do is pull a tiny thread that I will connect to it. That's all" he revealed reluctantly.

"That's good. Honestly, its commendable" Quentin clapped his hands. "You will hang it on the chandelier right above his head and my sprinkler will make its way into his soup" he repeated.

"Exactly" James supplemented.

"The poison will be in the chandelier right above the king's head. It is good" Quentin said again with laughter.

James wondered if Quentin was still in his right senses.

"What happen?" he opted to assist him.

"Nothing. But the poison to kill the king is going to be in the chandelier right above the king's head" Quentin repeated for the third time.

"Do you see anything wrong in that?" he asked calmly.

"You are not open to corrections. Even if you are,I don't have any one to offer" he laughed again.

"Then we should stop talking about it" he advised him.

"Yes" Quentin headed outwards. He kept looking around as he continued towards the door.

James noticed. There was something strange about him. Quentin was obviously not himself. Something was fishy.

He has to be careful using what he just gave him. He opened the paper bag slightly.

"Father,I wish to speak to your dead body soon" he said joyfully.

He wrapped the paper bag back to how he was given. He had to start the preparation right away.