Married to the arrogant king

Gwen and Carl were having their picnic in the palace garden.

“Remember, when we were little Carl, and I would always hideaway in this garden,” Gwen conversed, giving Carl a side glance.

Carl smiled, looking at her “Of course I do Gwen. you were so tiny and it was usually very hard to find you in this garden,” he replied.

“Here Carl, have this drink to our friendship and your new married life,” Gwen muttered, giving Carl a cup of wine, which she spiked.

Before Gwen asked Carl out for a picnic, she already set up everything, including adding the portion that her father had given to her into Carl’s drink.

Carl accepted the cup of wine, chugging it down in one go.

Gwen grinned, watching as he chugged yet another cup of wine. She had spiked the entire wine including the one she was drinking, but in her case, she had the antidote.

“Drink more Carl,” she urged, smiling sweetly. “Everything is finally falling into place,” she thought.

Little did she know that Prince Aiden and Eric hid in a corner watching the whole scene…

“Aiden” Eric called. “What do you think that bad woman is up to. I mean the king is married right, why is she getting so close to him?”

“I think they’re just having a picnic,” Aiden replied.

“A picnic, in the night, without aunt Zara, I think something is fishy. That bad woman must have something off her sleeve,” Eric countered.

Aiden tilts his gaze back to Gwen and Carl, observing them. Gwen seem to be trying to get close to Carl, and he was not stopping her.

“Hey Aiden, why is your arrogant brother acting strange? he also looks weak,” Eric blurted out.

“Eric, I think he’s drunk. stay here and keep an eye on them, while I go find aunt Zara,” Aiden ordered, running off.

Eric stood there, pouting his mouth, and kept watching the scene angrily.

A few minutes later, Gwen helps a drunk Carl up, taking him to the direction of her chamber.

“Where could she be taking him?” Eric thought, trailing secretly behind Gwen…

“Gwen, where are you taking me? this is not the direction of my chamber” Carl mumbled weakly.

“Yes, it is Carl. you are just confused because you’re intoxicated,” Gwen told him, smiling evilly.

Meanwhile, Aiden ran to his brother’s chamber to find Zara.

“Guards, announced me, tell queen Zara that I’m here to see her, it’s urgent,” Aiden ordered the guards in front of the king’s chamber.

“Little Prince, Queen Zara is not here,” one of the guards replied.

“Where is she then?” he inquired, looking impatient.

“She is in queen Catherine’s chambers as we speak.”

Aiden nodded his head. He twirled, running toward Catherine’s chamber.

…

Zara drinks more,” Catherine, Lady Anna, and Lia yelled, urging her to take more wine. They all seem to be drunk, judging by the way they were laughing like mad women.

“Mother, I’m already wasted, I don’t think I can handle another cup,” Zara yelled, staggering from one direction to another, almost bumping her head into a wall.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“J… ust one,” Catherine singed, and both Anna and Lia chipped in. “One Zara, just one,” they chorused.

‘Okay,” Zara squealed, raising her hands in the air.

“Yeiiii,” they cheered, as they watched Zara gulp down the wine.

“Mother, Aunt, Lia,” I need to go back to my chamber now, Zara announced, staggering.

“Ohhhhh!” Her chamber, with the king,” Lia squealed, clapping her hands, and they all burst into laughter.

“Zara tell me now, how was your wedding night? I saw bruises on the king’s face, I bet your lovemaking was a fierce one, caveman style. Oh, king Carl, how big and handsome,” Anna yelled, swinging her both hands in the air.

“Hey, he’s my son,” Catherine announced.

“Uhh! The King is your son? Oh my goodness,” Anna blabbered, looking surprised.

“I’ll take my leave now. It seems like you women are drunk,” Zara muttered, stumbling away.

“Queen mother, how can she call us drunk? she is the drunk one,” Lia reported, pointing towards the closed door.

“Leave it, Lia, she’s a crazy woman,” Catherine consoled…

Zara could barely walk, as she kept staggering.

“Queen Zara,” Jerald called.

“Who is this queen you speak of?” Zara blurted out, giggling.

Jerald, was in the hallway when he caught a glimpse of Zara stumbling to God knows where. He quickly, rushed to her aid, before anyone else would see her in her drunken state, which would lead to gossip and criticism.

He ignored her outburst, proceeding to help her.

“Queen Zara, let me help,” he offered, putting his hands around her shoulder. he leads her slowly toward the king and her chamber when he bumped into Prince Aiden.

“Prince Aiden, why are you awake at such a time?” He questioned

“Forget about why I’m awake. Just bring queen Zara to the garden it’s urgent,” Aiden replied, walking away.

“Just bring queen Zara to the garden,” Jerald mimicked, but still followed the order.

“Hurry up, we don’t have time,” Aiden rasped.

Jerald scoffed. “He is just like his brother.” So arrogant.

“My prince, Queen Zara is drunk, it is not easy to help a drunk person walk,” he reasoned.

“Hey, I’m not drunk, I just had a little to drink, I’m perfectly fine,” Zara yelled.

Both Aiden and Jerald, stop for a while to look at her before they continue walking.

“I don’t understand, grown-ups, why do they see the need to drink? it’s not like it’s adding anything positive to their lives. Instead of wasting their precious time drinking, why don’t they use it to think of ways to make money,” Aiden thought.

He was getting impatient, because of how slow they were walking, so he yelled at Jerald “Can you just carry aunt Zara, instead of helping her walk, it’s wasting my precious time.”

Jerald looked at Aiden, gobsmacked. Did this little prince think, it’s that easy to carry a person and besides, he’s so little, what could he possibly want to do with his time?

Jerald huffed, carrying Zara up. after all, he was already used to one brother’s arrogance how hard could it be to get used to the other.

When they reached the garden, princes Aiden searched the garden, but couldn’t find Carl, Gwen, or even Eric anywhere.

Where could they be? He thought.

…

Meanwhile, Prince Eric hid, watching how Gwen dragged Carl into her chamber.

“Hurry up Aiden, before that bad woman does something to the king,” he whispered to himself, getting impatient.

He was tired of hiding and was now feeling sleepy. He yawned, leaning his small head on the pillar, which he hid behind.

“Should I do something, But what should I do? It’s not like I can just barge in there and say, lady Gwen let the king go now. so it’s best I wait for Aiden to turn up with aunt Zara,” Eric reckoned, before dozing off…

Inside Gwen’s chamber, she took off both her clothes and Carl’s. then she kissed him hungrily, trailing her fingers, from his chest, down to his manhood.

Carl groaned, kissing her back with the same hunger. He was already so hard and turned on due to the effect of the portion, Gwen added to his wine.

“I’ve missed this Carl,” Gwen whispered, grinding her hips against his…