A Whore for the King Pt. 06

"I was told I'd find you here," King Harold said when he stepped onto his balcony that afternoon. He sat beside Sarah and enjoyed the vista, which allowed them to see the entire village of Middlebury and a vast sea of farms and forest that spread to the distant horizon. Dark clouds persisted over the landscape, and rains would resume that night, but at that moment it was bright and dry enough for the balcony to provide a welcome escape from the confinement enforced by so much foul weather.

Harold noticed that Sarah's lovely face was no longer puffy from endless crying. He wanted to ask how she was feeling, but he knew that was a stupid question. She was recovering from a trauma. How was she supposed to feel? Harold imagined that the smartest thing he could do was let Sarah decide what she wanted to tell him and when she wanted to tell it.

They sat quietly for a long time, then Sarah reached for the king's hand.

"If there is anything I can do for you - anything at all - I hope you know that all you need do is ask," he said.

Sarah smiled for the first time in days. "I know that," she said. "Thank you."

I have to start living again, Sarah thought.

She remained concerned that Queen Alana would never accept her, but she realized she could not let fear ruin every moment. She had no idea how the present conflict would unfold, but she knew it made no sense to continue to dread what she could not control.

"There is something you can do for me, Harold," she said at length.

"Whatever you desire," he said.

Sarah rose from her chair, took Harold's hand, and led him back inside to his chamber. She put his hand on her breast. "I miss your touch," she said. "Touch me. Please."

It was not what the king expected, but it was a request he was happy to grant. Harold gathered Sarah in his arms and pressed their lips together, kissing her gently. They kissed again, and again, and at length he began carefully unlacing the back of her dress. He pushed one shoulder strap aside, then lowered the other, and the dress fell to her feet. He carefully removed Sarah's undergarments, and soon she was naked as she stood before him. A cool breeze from the balcony caused her to shiver.

"Get in bed," the king said, pulling back the covers. Sarah got under the sheets, then Harold pulled them up to her neck and began removing his own garments. Sarah smiled as she watched him disrobe.

I hadn't realized how much I missed her smile, Harold thought to herself. There's been so little for her to smile about.

In truth, Sarah didn't feel much like smiling, but she forced herself. It was time for her to try to enjoy life again. And there was nothing she enjoyed more than making love with her king.

Harold got in bed beside Sarah and embraced her. He was gentle. Tender. Harold and Sarah often had sex that was so spirited and energetic that it could be heard by the guards outside her door. That was not what they did this time. They proceeded silently, with Harold carefully touching Sarah in the places she liked to be touched.

It was as slow and loving as the pair could make it. At length Sarah began to moan the way women do when they reach a climax. She was a young and healthy woman, and her ecstatic cries were loud and long enough for people in the hallway to hear them. There was never a more welcome sound heard in the castle. In a small but real way, it was reassuring. It was evidence that Sarah, the most widely loved and respected of all King Harold's subjects, was recovering from her trauma.

No one liked hearing the sound more than the king himself. It made him say something he'd felt for a long time but refrained from speaking out loud.

"I love you Sarah," he whispered in her ear.

"I know," she whispered back.

"I love you too."

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The queen goes on trial in part 7.