The Monstrous King and his sweet Evil Queen
In the mysterious realm of Kalvon, where shadows whispered tales of Kings and Queens, none were as infamous as King Jetaime. Whispers echoed through the cobblestone corridors and darkened chambers of the palace, painting a macabre portrait of a heartless sovereign scarred by the cruelty of fate. His legs, so the tales spun, were lifeless appendages, and his face, a grotesque canvas of boils. His was a visage that struck terror into the hearts of those who dared imagine it. Yet, destiny took an unforeseen turn on the eve of a grand wedding night. Princess Jaelyn, cursed and hidden away within the confines of Malavon Castle, was the unwilling pawn in a malevolent game of power. Her name, synonymous with evil, and her every step marked by the devil's touch. However, as she stepped into the grand hall to meet her monstrous groom, a man emerged before her, shattering the grotesque image painted by gossip. King Jetaime stood not as the rumored monster, but as a vision of unexpected sweetness, love, and undeniable handsomeness. The discrepancy between the tales and the reality sparked a whispered question in the minds of those who witnessed this surreal union — had she unwittingly married an imposter, or were the rumors nothing more than twisted fragments of a darker imagination? As King Jetaime and Princess Jaelyn embarked on their tumultuous journey, the chessboard of power and revenge unfolded. Locked in a dance of secrets and hidden motives, the two found themselves entangled in a love that defied the expectations set by the world. The King, who had never allowed anyone close, now placed his heart willingly in her hands. Princess Jaelyn, driven by the flames of vengeance, found an unexpected ally in the man she was supposed to despise. Together, they navigated the treacherous waters of courtly politics, facing a power struggle fueled by conspiracies that threatened to tear them apart. In the battle between love and destiny, the question lingered like an ethereal mist — was their connection a mere human maneuver or a divinely fated love? As the story unfolded, the narrative wove a tapestry of twists and turns, challenging the very essence of their existence. Could love truly conquer all things, or were some cases destined to be eternally hopeless? Two empty hearts, two lives devoid of love, collided in a dance of darkness and light. A monster king and an evil queen united to become one, their journey unfurling like a forbidden scroll. The world watched with bated breath as the saga unfolded — a tale of love, betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of a destiny that defied the predetermined life. Cover by Java graphics.
Conspiracy
King Jetaime was still in his confused state of mind trying to understand what his queen is playing at. She is really confusing. Jetaime thought running his hand through his hair.
"Your Highness," Byron walks into his office with a small scroll in his hands. Jetaime turns to look at him directing all his anger toward him. "You don't look okay. What is it?" Byron asks walking close to him.
"I sent you on a mission and you took your wife along with you huh? Seriously now Byron, " Jetaime growls, even though he trusts Byron with his life and is the most trustworthy person for handling his businesses he sometimes wonders if his loyalty lies more with his wife. Which he considers to be a problem.
"I can explain, it's not what you think. Believe me. The prime minister had people following me. He must have had the hint on what we were playing to do so two days ago I ask Demelza to join me so they can be distracted, believe me, Demelza doesn't know anything about all of this," Byron explain yet that didn't please Jetaime.
"I will deal with you later on that, tell me what you find out," Jetaime questions changing the topic, he considers more important.
"I did find out some dirt about Princess Aya. She secretly meets with a commander name Lander. Someone even saw them coming out from the princess's chamber one time and also in the pool together." Byron revealed all the information he gathered on the princess.
"I see and who is this commander, Lander, I want you to bring him here," Jetaime ordered. He sent Byron on a mission to dig up dirt on the prime minister's daughter in order to avoid marrying her.
"That's the problem, I wasn't able to find him. I asked in the army but there is no one by that name." Byron replied disappointedly.
"Meaning we got nothing on her then if we can't find this mysterious man," Jetaime howls folding a fist. He can't believe he will have to do what the prime minister wants.
A few days ago, the prime minister, Minister Young demanded he takes his only daughter as his consort. He had planned to find dirt on her and disqualified her that way he can send her to the Kagon. That will be a bigger insult to the prime minister but his plan seems to be failing.
"But I'm sure she is not a virgin and that will help us," Byron mumbled. "The fact that people saw her coming out from her chamber with some mysterious guy doesn't mean anything," Jetaime thought thinking of another way out.
"Believe me I heard her myself talking about her many nights with that mysterious guy. It's even surprising she will fall head over heels for a stranger and spend many nights with him without seeing his face. That should tell just how ch….." Byron mumbled proving his point.
"I want you to think of something else to disqualify her in case they pull some strings to escape the virginity pass. Do you understand? I want enough proof to send her to the Kagon. No more mistakes!" Jetaime ordered furrowing his eyebrow.
"Yes your Highness, " Byron replied sharply.
Prime Minister Young's Estate
"Dad you can't force me to marry the king, I'm not going to even if you drag me by the hair," Princess Aya mumbled folding her arms around her chest. She was in love and had already promised to marry the love of her life.
"Listen to me Aya, have I not given you everything you ever ask and even more? You are called a princess and that comes with a responsibility. You will have to marry the king,"
Prime Minister Young said with finality, Aya was not having it she would rather die than have the king as her husband. She pulls out her dagger and draws it close to her neck.
"I understand your agony, my dear, you will just have to be with the king for just one night that's all. I will make sure you don't have to see his cursed face ever again. Just bear with it for just one night,"
the Prime minister hissed walking close to his daughter who seem ready to slit her throat with the dagger in her hand.
"Never Dad, I can't even look at him yet you expect me to sleep with him and if I don't get pregnant that night it means I will have to sleep with him again," Aya protested in an attempt to persuade her father. He always does what she wants, she hopes it will work this time too.
"I will make you conceive from that night only. The physician has everything ready, I even chose the best day for the betrothal since the physician recommends it," Minister Young mumbled as he successfully takes the dagger from her.
"No Dad, please don't let this happen," Aya cries.
"Guards!" Minister Young calls and the guards and maids suddenly came running to him.
"Lock the lady in her room, and make sure all sharp objects in the room are removed." He said to the guards as the maids grab hold of her.
"You will come out from your room only on the day of the marriage ceremony, if the queen could do it why can't you? Be a good girl and listen to your father, this is for your future,"
Minister Young whispered tapping her shoulders while the maids dragged her away. She struggled to free herself but she was outnumbered.
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Consort Suva receive news the queen was planning on visiting the crazy Princess Royal and she decided to make her move.
"How is Princess Royal now? Is her medicine being delivered on time?" Consort Suva asks the handmaiden of the princess royal with a mischievous smile.
"Yes your majesty all thanks to you, the Princess Royal is calm most of the time and she has stopped trying to take her own life," the maid hissed nervously. Making her forget her past and live with an illusion was much better than having to live with the pain of reality. The maid thought.
"Good, the Queen will be visiting here soon, I don't want the princess royal to fall sick again so just do as I say when the queen comes," Consort Suva whispered as the maid nods. She didn't have much choice but to play along with it. Her maid whispered everything she need to do and say to the Queen into her ears.