Below the Peak (Sola)(31)
Dagny tugged at the sheets between them which kept her from her prize all the while watching him with heated eyes. She pushed the expensive silk sheets aside and took him inside her, whimpering from the feel of him.
She moved on top of him, and Abasi groaned in response his eyes losing focus.
...But he liked this unfamiliar side of her it quenched his wicked carnal needs. It gave him an escape from nightmares at bay. She’d ride him until his whole body ached from exhaustion and begged her to stop. Grabbing her hips, he thrust harder into her, and her fingers dug painfully into his chest as her lips parted with a deeper moan. He growled low and thrust even harder, surrendering to the euphoric sensation rushing over him.
Long after their coupling, Abasi laid on his back, looking up at the intricate lines of the ceiling, his strength depleted and exhausted from his wife’s demands. He glanced briefly at her, his gaze travelled leisurely over her body, the silky sheets sprayed over her figure while she slept. He wished he had the strength to take her again. To be between her legs, thrusting inside her roughly like she always enjoyed. Sucking her nipples and biting them as inappropriate words deemed wrong for a noblewoman and more so for a queen flew from her mouth into his ears.
He ruefully smiled. Now, he was not too confident he would be able to stand upright on his two feet without collapsing. He was no longer a young man with a healthy physique and durability, his body needed time to regain energy. A loud knock rang in the quiet room.
“What?” Abasi demanded, irked at the person who dared to bother him in this dark hour.
“Forgive me Your Highness for disturbing your rest, but the General has requested your presence,” the intruder said. The intruder was no other than Luka his steward.
Rising, Abasi shoved the covers aside and got off the bed. His legs which were still weak almost gave under him the second they landed on the cold floor. He briefly rested his weight on the bed then searched for clothes to wear when he felt some strength rush in his feet.
What sort of news does Schmerz have with him tonight? Did they succeed in their mission? His mind ran wild with fear and apprehension at the thought of the pressing matters awaiting him out that door as he wore a pair of black trousers and a long-wrinkled shirt and boots. He was nervous that he did not care about the state of the clothes he wore.
His wife stirred on the bed and sleepily looked at him. “Where are you going?”
“Schmerz is back and has requested my presence, but you need not worry. You have your rest” he replied, touching the top of her head before stepping out of the room.
“The General is waiting for you outside your private study your majesty” Luka informed him as they walked in one of many long halls of the castle, one step behind him. Mid-sized iron torches hammered on the spotless walls of the building brighten their way.
“Is he alone?” Abasi looked at the old white-haired man who had served his late father when he was on his throne. The man had many wrinkles even on his eyelids. Abasi was amazed despite the old man's age, he was still walking mighty and well while his own father was buried deep down in the ground. His bones being eaten by worms and insects.
“He was alone when I left him your majesty” Luka replied, his voice meek as of a dutiful servant.
They took a turn for the left wing where his private room was located.
The General stood alone outside the study room. Abasi stopped when they neared the room and stood a foot away of the General fully armored from neck to his feet only free of his helmet and horse.
“That is all Luka” Abasi dismissed the man as he looked at the stern face of Schmerz. He did not even hear Luka’s parting words nor his steps when he left from the loud pounding of his heart that drummed in his ears. Abasi opened the door and let Schmerz step in first, so he can light up the torches in the room with the candle he held. The room had a wooden table with two polished wooden chairs. It also had shelves stacked with written scrolls and vital records. Abasi walked towards the round wooden table that had maps and scrolls on top of it. He turned around and motioned for Schmerz to draw closer. Schmerz blew out the candle and strode to where he was.
“How is everything progressing?” Abasi inquired with confidence and authority although his insides shook from the trepidation overwhelming him. He was extremely nervous he was on the verge of throwing up. The last time he had felt this way was when he descended on the throne. When he did not know how he would govern his people despite being taught the ways of a ruler and the matters of the kingdom when he was just a little boy. He knew why he was quivering like a dry leaf in a strong wind, going to war against Murisa terrified the wits out of him.
“Your orders were carried with success your Majesty” Schmerz replied holding his gaze with confidence it was almost intimidating.
Abasi was sure if he were cut from the same cloth as other petty rulers he knew, who demanded every person under them to cower in their presence, he would have already ordered Schmerz to be beheaded. Schmerz was unlike any General. Little terrified this hulk of a man. However, Abasi had a theory. A well proven theory that if you subjected your people to grovel before you, they would lick your boots when you are seated on the throne long enough for them to overthrow you in the cruelest ways.
A small smile of victory was working itself on his lips but was trampled by Schmerz sobering words. “The team that was sent have all fallen except for the men who monitored with me from afar.” Abasi slammed his fists on the table as anger and sadness for the fallen burned his chest. He violently wiped the contents on the table. Books and maps thud, the ink bottle clang and ink spilled onto the polished wooden floor. His hands shook the table, his chest heaved rapidly as he fought against the rage spreading through his bones.