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Wild Orchard

The King’s Court      
Royal Bath        
Armana, Egypt        
B.C        
       
“My King, if anyone ever finds out my love for you, I shall perish under your sovereign.”        
“Never my love, my heart will always ache for you in and out, in and out of time.”        
“Mm... then maybe you shall seal this with a tender kiss, upon your favorite concubine’s lips.”        
“That I shall do my love.”        
The door opening.        
“What is the meaning of this.”        
“This whore has been accused of practicing Heresy.”        
“No, My Lord, my love for you is genuine, my heart is pure.”        
“If no proof is found, you two shall be crucified.”        
“We found this.”        
“Here, give me that. Love Spells?”        
“Do not doubt me My Lord, it is a confession I was to give unto the Roman Empire during my confession.”        
“Take her away.”        
“My King, is this your doing, your final ruling.”        
“As to where my King.”        
“Prepare her.”        
“My King, no, I love you, please.”        
“Get this whore away from me.”        
“We sealed our faith to love with a kiss,  baptized our love for one another in the Nile.”        
“Take her away, immediately.”        
“My Lord…. please.”        
“Take her away, now dammit!.”        
“You will always hear my soft whispers for you in the moonlight, a calling you will never be able to ignore, run from, or hide from, my twin souls will ache for you my love in and out of time.”        
“Take this…this whore away.”        
       
Later That Night        
Royal Sleeping Quarters
       
       
“Is there anything the King wishes before he retires before nightfall.”        
“Yes, bring to me the concubine who resides in the tower. My fetish to taste every inch of her, is stronger than I once imagined.”        
“Sir, there is no one in the tower.”        
“Are you refuting your King’s order.”        
“No, My Lord, never.”        
“Guards, escort me to tower.”        
       
The Tower        
       
“Where is the concubine, who was to be held in this room, awaiting her fate.”        
“I have no idea My Lord.”        
“Search every square  inch of this castle, I want that whore found.”        
“My King this is something that was left behind wrapped in a silken blanket, wrote in her blood.”        
“Well, allow my eyes to see this document of possible Heresy.”        
“Here you are my King.”        
“What have I done.. Find her, search every corner of this world, now![/b]
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 27th Oct 2020
Author's Note
I've always said, if you treat yourself like a queen, you'll attract a king.

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