R.E.S.P.E.C.T

Hunnie













"What the hell did you both just say!" Kris raises his voice, frightening me at his sudden change in tone.









"Young master!" Jo Jo calls over to him softly, trying to stop whatever kind of altercation he was about to throw his self into. I begin to panic at his movements and it seemed like the midwives were too. They bit their finger nail in a panic and looked around the area suddenly.







My heart drops in my stomach when Kris throws his arms out to his side, blocking my stomach and pushing me behind him.









The women bow half way and stands up straight, looking at each other before speaking.







"We all thought to believe Cynthia Vladorian, our Queen, was with The Young Master today." The thinner one of the two speaks. Her voice muffled under the scarf she used to cover her face. Only her green and exotic looking eyes shined sinisterly under her face covering.









"We see no it is just one of your pregnant toys, excuse us for following." The other one speaks with a much more heavier voice and tries to walk away. The crowd sneers and begins to retreat as well. The other woman stands facing us. The hairs on my body began to grow, and not because I was being covered in goosebumps, but because oddly I found myself shifting into my wolf! I wasn’t I any pain but I could feel the muscles along my hands constricting and stretching in place.











A growl is heard leaving Kris's mouth before he spins around quickly to face me. Tears of anger slowly falling from my face as he locks onto my furry knuckles.









"WHAT!" He bellows, startling the whole crowd who now turns around and the two women jump, placing their hand to their chest in his response. He yells so loud, reminding me of Bahm, that even I jump!









"YOU SAID WHAT NOW!" He takes steps to approach the woman with balled fist and on impulse I grab his arm.









“Kris no...Can we just go please. I am hungry." I eye the crowd of beings whose eyes goes wide when Kris shakes my hold on his arm off.







"My Pregnant toy?! You said my pregnant toy!" He takes long strides towards the mouthy women and they began taking their own steps back. The crowd behind them also backs up suddenly, some even running and disappearing right before my eye.









"Kris please!" I whined, hoping he would stop walking in his tracks and come over to me, but he doesn’t.







raising my hand to my stomach, I rub it on habit, feeling my children moving under my own hand for once. My eyes advert to the red dress that covered my wide and huge bump, watching them kick and squirm underneath and around. My eyes look to my side, seeing a ordinary man staring at my belly with bags in his hands we meet eyes. He then runs away quickly!







Kris proceeds to grab one of the women by the back of her neck while everyone gasps and shrieks. My heart races, and my breathing slows down, causing pain in my chest as he drags the thin woman my way. More people from the crowd are beginning to see running away now.









It’s going to get ugly, huh?









He throws her harshly at my feet and I begin to feel bad for her as she huddles and cowers onto the floor with her head low and pressed against the concrete sidewalk we stood on. Everyone on this busy street of Ghabaàr was eyeing the whole commotion like a scene in a movie. I wished to disappear right now, or ask Bahm to teleport me home.









That was if he wasn’t too bust to reply...or asleep.













“NOW, fucking tell my mate...YOUR QUEEN...you didn't fucking recognize her, and that you are SORRY!"









"Kris it's ok.." I plead again, but he doesn't even acknowledge me.







His face twisted, hair sticking to his face and his canines were becoming prominent as he looks down scrutinizing the shaken, and scared woman on the ground. She breathes heavy in a panic, with her hands above her head.









"Mate? Did he say mate?"





"Queen? That is our Queen?"





"That's not Cynthia..."





"Is this The King's mate too?"





"Why is he so angry.”







“Holy crap!....SHE CARRIES A BABY!”











Whispers flood my ears from The Kingdoms people. My head lowers again, ignoring and pretending to not hear their chattering amongst themselves. The crowd was even larger than I remembered and my head felt very light by the scene.





I see the skeleton in the distance of the crowd waving his top hat over to us. The carriage was surrounded with nosey beings that watched our whole scene and I only look over to the ladies, asking if we could leave now.









"NO! She needs to apologize before I loose my shit!”







Kris lashes out, leaning over to yank the head wrap off the woman's head. She had a small face behind the back of her head, one that mimicked her actual face and it frightened me dearly! What was she!







"I-I-I...I-'m sorry Your Highness...My Queen...I'm dearly s-s-sorry!" She stutters with her face still pressed closely onto the ground and the face behind her head had her eye closed and lips thinly pressed together.









Kris fixes his posture and I feel Suki's hands links onto mine and I follow her with a low head to the carriage, watching my feet take steps off the sidewalk and onto the purple, grainy streets. The crowd opens up for us, I supposed, as we walk to the middle of the street uninterrupted and while everyone remained silent.







I hear Kris roaring behind us, “YOU WILL RESPECT ME....AND HER!!!” as I take my first step inside the carriage and my anxiety sky rockets. Now the Kingdom will hate me because of him! I never asked him to have her thrown on the ground like that or to apologize! He publicly embarrassed this woman because of me. I didn’t want to be remembered like that!







My midwives all begin to apologize to me once we are fully seated inside, kissing my hand and wiping the tears I failed to noticed running down my face.









"Please....we are so sorry this happen. The people do not know their new Queen. Don't let this one incident portray them all. They are on edge.”







They rubbed my shoulders, and thighs, trying to soothe me while we waited for Kris to make his way into the carriage. He was taking his time, lecturing the large crowd as he made his way here.





Chatter was still heard, but the streets was beginning to clear as the carriage blows a small whistle. Kris steps in finally, his aura soaked in negative energy and he sit next to me. I feel us being elevated, and then I feel Kris place his hands on my lap. I shake his hands off and look the opposite way of his direction. I was upset and disappointed in him. He tried to reach out to my hands that was resting on my sore stomach and I brush it off.





“Hunnie...” He leans over into my view. My eyes stung, releasing the warm flow of my tear drops down my face and up under my chin.







“Sweetie what is it?” He ask, wiping the tears until I turn my head away quickly.







Sobbing unexpectedly, I look over to him asking how could he do that. He seemed pretty confused and tries to throw his arms around my shoulder, but I push him off.





“Kris...you didn’t have to go that far...” My voice cracks and his face changes to something of guilt. I was do disappointed in him, he should be feeling guilty! I didn’t expect this kind of behavior from him.





He should remember where he came from.