Chapter Five

***~ Current Year, 2020 ~ ~ Nakuru Lands ~***

Amunet woke up in a daze. The only thing she could remember was locking the restaurant door. She could feel that she was laying on something soft. Like a cloud made just for her. Was she dead? She gave a couple of blinks and turned her head feeling a searing pain. No, she was alive. There would be no headaches in heaven, and a headache in hell would be too simple.

As she turned she could feel someone watching her. She was just unaware of how close they were. She turned so her face would be looking at a roof.

However, instead of seeing the ceiling, she saw a large bulky man hovering over her. His eyes looked at her with curiosity. He was bare chest and so close she could feel the heat from his breath. Throughout the old palace, you heard the loud shriek come from Amunet’s voice followed by a massive thud against the wall and a sharp growl. She had headbutted the stranger right center of the nose. Blood gushed from his hand to the bed, and then the floor. When her head connected with his nose it sent him flying across the room towards the bedroom door. Sitting up quickly she covered herself with a blanket, unable to take a moment to comprehend the strength she had just displayed. His massive beast of a hand grabbing his forehead as he winced in pain. A low violent growl escaping from his throat.

“Hey! What was that for?” A few more mumbled words followed with, “Is that any way to thank the guy who saves you?”

Amunet quickly barked back. “Yeah Right! I woke up with you on top of me you fucking creep!”
The two continue to bicker being heard throughout the palace halls. The argument resulted in Amunet grabbing the items next to her on a nightstand and throwing them wildly in his general direction.

Montai did his best to block the items but, sure enough, a thick heavy wooden brush connected with the side of his face. Another massive roar escaped his chest as he barked at her. “Fine stay in here then. The door is not locked! You may come out anytime.” With that, the door slammed shut and she quickly got up to lock it.

The rest of the morning went by in silence. She sat on the bed with her knees drawn to her chest staring out the Pella window walls in front of her. The morning shades of foggy grey, soon turned bright orange as the sun rose. Only to fade into soft shades of pink and a black sky lit with stars as it set. All-day she had stayed in this room. She could hear the echoed sounds of laughter and what she thought was silverware clanking together. Stomach hungry and her body afraid. Only shifting here and there when she wanted to get better looks at the room.

Chestnut floors on smooth cedar. Massive-sized room with a threaded handmade carpet placed in the middle of the floor. A California King bed draped with these giant-sized marshmallow like pillows. Wool blankets tucked under a chunky knit blanket. A chandelier made of antlers lit with candles. Stonewall in the left corner with a fireplace. A box gable twelve-foot roof with a window. On the bottom the same Pella window walls. No curtains. Windows displayed a full view to the outside. Snow piling up into mini hills against the window as the blizzard continues. Where was she? There was no snow where she was at it was the middle of June right now. Was it artificial? No, it couldn’t be.
Hearing laughter once more and this time the smell of apple pie? Her steps were quiet as she climbed off the bed. Barefooted, her clothes had been removed and she now wore a massive long sleeve black shirt. One that seemed to be made for hunting, but it kept her warm. Softly tiptoeing to the bedroom door. Biting her lip and squinting her eyes as she cracked the door open slowly. She stepped outside the bedroom. The marble felt cool and smooth on her feet as she transitioned floors. Shuffling along with a daze from the headache she still had.

Walking down the corridor of pearly marble floors and charcoal blackish-brown walls. Hearing laughter further down the way.

A bright light burns at the end of the hall slowly coming into view. It was a dining hall. She could see it now. The long tables and the many backs turned to her as they munched down on their turkey legs and pies. Beer clinking to the floor and laughter. She noticed one of the men facing her look up and the smile on his face quickly faded as he nudged the man next to him. At the same time, she entered the dining hall everyone had fallen silent. Women, men, even children all the like. Everyone was silent… All except for the King who had a little bit too much to drink.

Amunet was distracted by how little women and children there were compared to men. The way she saw looked it was about one woman to every three men. Though she was sure that wasn’t the case. Maybe only strong women survived this place. Would she be strong enough? She was so lost in thought she didn’t realize the drunken Montai approaching her. Hovering over her as he scooped her in his arms. Nuzzling his nose in her neck before whispering in her ear my wife followed by a flick of his tongue against her earlobe. Instantly her body grew hot.

Her face with shock as she deliberately pulled away from his grasp. Amunet’s hands balled up into a tight fist as she drew her arm back before pushing it forward connecting her fist right in the center of Montai’s nose. The men and few women around the tables went silent. Women scooped up their children and quickly ran to the exit. She looked at them confused before turning her attention back to Montai whose eyes and face had gone cold. His eyebrows were drawn together, eyes dark with anger, and his bottom lip twitched before letting out a growl. His massive arms scooping Amunet up like she was nothing and throwing her over his back.

She thrashed about wildly as Montai walked out of the dining room. The looks on the man’s faces didn’t really seem concerned for her because she would be beaten or hurt. It was a different look. She just couldn’t quite figure out what it meant yet.

After being carried back down the long corridor hallway Montai kicked his door open, almost knocking it off the hinges. Tossing her to the bed with his arms crossed. “You embarrassed me in front of my men. Anybody else would’ve done that and it would be their head.” His voice was low and dark as he spoke to her. Not so much angry but like he was giving her a very stern warning.

Amunet rolled her eyes standing from the bed quickly trying to maneuver past him. She was fast, but he was definitely faster. As soon as she brushed past him he grabbed her by her forearm using very little force and twirled her back around. Pressing her back against the wooden design carved bedpost. His lips were inches from hers and she could hear the growl come from his lower belly. Montai was able to sense her fear causing his growl to dimmer. “Why are you scared? I nor anyone in this palace would ever hurt my wife. My Queen.”

Amunet confused, “Why do you keep saying that?” Her chest heaving up and down. Never had she been this close to a man before. His eyes, she could get lost in their grey color. The veins in his neck, the strength of his body. How husky his voice sounded. Their lips so close together she could feel her lips lightly brush the tips of his when she spoke her last word.

Montai pulled back slightly with an arched eyebrow and his head tilted sideways. “Amunet, I know you look different and it’s been too many years to count but do.. Do you truly not remember me? Your home? Where you come from?” His reaction turned from confused to sad. He hadn’t realized he had her arms above her head both his hands pinning her down. With one hand still pinning her down he used his other to slowly run down the long shirt of his she was wearing. The palm of his hand cupping the back of her thigh as he hitched her up over his waist.

Rubbing her thighs before trailing back up her shirt to her neck where he cupped her neck gently and pulled her face to his. “You truly don’t remember my touch?”

Amunet’s mind couldn’t remember anything but the way his touch felt against her body felt more right than anything she had ever done with her existence. If she wanted to she knew he would let her pull away from his grip adjusting her wrist so they were more comfortable, but not pulling away. Hitching in a breath when his hand trailed down the short she wore and hitched him over her waist. Biting her bottom lip when his hand cupped her neck. Licking her lips as she looked over his frame. He wore a loose cotton long sleeve white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The v-neck stopping near the middle of his sternum revealing his toned chest partly. The loose string connected the opening of the shirt untied and tangled. A medieval-style casual shirt with loose black cargo pants and black boots. Lelani’s eyebrow arched as she licked her lips. “Believe me, I would definitely remember someone like you.”
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