Chapter XXVIII: Rebels
As Isabella slowly opened her eyes, she found herself enveloped in the king's warm embrace, his tender kisses peppering her skin with affection. A sense of tranquility washed over her as they lay intertwined in the soft sheets of his bed, the room bathed in the gentle glow of dawn. Each moment with him felt like a precious dream she never wanted to end. She never knew it would feel so good, so sweet to be in his arms, could almost understand why the other girls in the harem would throw themselves over him; it felt perfect. In that moment, he was no longer an enemy, a cruel man who took her to his harem as a spoil of war, he was just her king and she was his concubine, the luckiest one at that very moment, the one lying on his bed, the one being covered in kisses, the only one with his seed inside of her.
With a soft sigh, Isabella delighted herself in the comfort of his arms, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her own. Reluctantly, Isabella watched as the king stirred from their embrace, his movements graceful as he slipped into a robe. As servants entered the room bearing trays of breakfast and the king's regal attire, she couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for the simplicity of their shared intimacy. Yet, she understood the weight of his duties and the demands of his kingdom, knowing that their time together couldn’t last forever, as much as she would give anything for even just a few minutes more.
Lady Belet entered the king's bedroom with two harem servants trailing behind her, their steps quiet and respectful. With a graceful bow, Lady Belet addressed the king, her demeanor composed and respectful. "Your Majesty," she began, "I am here to escort Lady Isabella back to the harem."
The king regarded Lady Belet with a nod of acknowledgment, his expression thoughtful. "No," he replied, his tone gentle yet firm. "Lady Isabella will stay here in my chambers. There’s no need to take her to the harem only to make her walk back here tonight. Make sure she's well cared for during the day and get her ready for me at night."
A smile spread across Isabella's lips at the king's words, her heart fluttering with a mixture of surprise and delight. She cast a glance towards Lady Belet before turning her gaze back to the king, her eyes sparkling with gratitude and excitement. Another delightful night at the king's chambers awaited her.
As the day waned, the king found himself immersed in the affairs of state, attending to the myriad duties that demanded his attention. In the midst of his administrative tasks, a hurried servant approached, his face flushed with urgency. "Your Majesty," he gasped, struggling to catch his breath, "the council requests your immediate presence. They speak of urgent matters that cannot wait."
The urgency in the servant's demeanor caught the king's attention immediately. With a furrowed brow, he followed him to the council quarters, where his generals awaited him with grim expressions.
"Your Majesty," one of the generals began, "we face a dire situation. Allendorian rebels have launched a brazen assault on the Royal Port. They've set fire to merchant and military vessels alike, disrupting our plans for the Theran Islands incursion."
The king's jaw tensed as he absorbed the devastating news. "How did this happen?" he demanded, his voice laced with urgency.
"It appears to be a coordinated attack," another general explained. "The rebels caught us off guard, and their forces overwhelmed our defenses."
The king's mind raced, considering the implications of such an audacious strike. "And the casualties?" he inquired, already dreading the answer.
"Reports are still coming in, Your Majesty," the general replied solemnly. "But the losses are substantial. Both in terms of ships and lives."
As the gravity of the situation settled upon him, the king pondered his next move. The rebellion's brazenness unnerved him, but he knew he couldn't afford to hesitate. Swift action was imperative to maintain control and prevent further chaos.
"I want our forces mobilized immediately," the king declared, his tone firm. "We will quash this rebellion swiftly and decisively. Send word to our commanders in the field: no mercy for those who dare threaten the Crown."
After the intense discussion in the council chambers, where the grim news of the assault on the Royal Port had been dissected and debated, the king found himself approached by one of his trusted generals.
"Your Majesty," the general began, his voice tinged with concern, "as you were told, it's been reported that the rebels who attacked the port were wielding Allendorian flags. But what I found out that seems even more troubling is that, apparently, they were shouting, 'Long live the queen.”
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