My Villainous husband loves me

Oh, come on, Abby!

At this rate, I would get myself killed before dusk.

"I am so sorry. I didn't mean to question you. You are the king. No one questions the king…maybe me but it is probably because I was dropped on my head as a child. I was dropped a lot…on my head, I mean. I was always climbing something…a tree, a chair, a ladder…once I climbed a…" I kept blabbing until the lord commander cleared his throat violently and Markle squeezed my hand slightly.

"I apologize. I blabber when I am nervous"

"It is alright, child. It's an effect I have on people. My condolences on your parents, we will find them. Barry was a good friend and we will find him" the king said with a smile.

I didn't even know the old man smiled.

"Thank you, your majesty" I answered as some of my anxiety dispersed.

"Why are you here?" the lord commander ruined the atmosphere by asking.

The king looked at him and he was quiet.

Everyone was looking at me now. It was now or never.

I rummage through my satchel and take out the seal. I held it up before saying.

"I have a raven's seal I wish to collect on" I said in what I hoped was a steady voice.

"Only a man can collect on a seal" the Lord Commander said. "Get out, little girl"

I looked at him.

Why is he working against me? He hardly knew me in this life yet he was so opposed to me and my presence. And did he really have to call me little girl? He looked only a few years older than me…seven maybe eight years but that was it! He was a young prince almost Prince Markle's age yet I am a little girl?

I cleared my throat, I refused to be bullied by the likes of him. I was terrified but the alternative was much worse. The alternative was death by a distant cousin.

"Actually, there is no rule forbidden a girl from collecting on a raven's seal, your highness…royal highness sir" I cleared my throat nervously before turning my attention to the king "it says a seal bearer may collect on a raven's seal…no gender was mentioned, your majesty"

Please, accept my explanation…please…. please.

I held my breath until I saw the king open his mouth to speak.

"Clever" he murmured and went back to sit on his throne. "Very well then, what do you want?"

My breathing got sharp and shallow very fast. It dawned on me that this was the time I openly trap Markle in a union with me and he might hate me.

I tried to take a deep breath but every air was a pebble lace with scorpion venom and breathing itself was pure excruciating torture.

Then came the little voice in my head telling me and whispering to do it.

My palms became sweaty and without warning, this dreadful feeling emanated from the pit of my stomach to the rest of my body but it was now or never.

"Miss Spencer?"

"I want to be married to the prince of Zurich!"

I shut my eyes immediately as I waited for the king to order for my head to be brought to him on a platter, I kept them close till I heard his voice.

"I see" The king said.

"Of course, you do" Lord Commander murmured and turned to leave but the king stopped him.

"Stay, son!" He ordered the lord commander before turning to his grandson

"Markle, show the honorable Abigail Spencer to a comfortable accommodation with all the necessary staffing befitting a future princess while I check the validity of her claim on the seal. She is officially a guest of the crown"

"Yes, sire"

Markle said and offered me his hand. "This way, milady"

"Wait, where is her chaperone?" the king asked.

"She vanished into thin air. I will see that she gets another, grandpa…this way, milady"

I was led out by the prince and for a while we walked in silence until we reached a door and he stopped.

"I had them prepare a room close to the garden. The view is marvelous. Your staff will be introduced to you shortly, milady"

He nodded and started to walk away when I spoke to him. It felt like I had to explain myself…to tell him that I wasn't a greedy person.

"I am so sorry that I asked for you…it wasn't what I would…I mean, I have no choice because…I just want to…" I blabbered on and on until he grabbed my hand and pulled me into my new bedchamber and even then, I didn't stop trying to explain and failing miserably at it.

"I was just going to…"

"Miss Abigail?" he called out but I kept talking.

"…. I mean, I didn't mean to trap you but my cousin is a…"

"Abigail"

"Winslow is a vile…very vile creature and then there is old man Charlie Stinson that Winslow wants to marry me off to…"

"Abigail"

"…And he has three teeth and one good eye and I had to…"

"You know what, fuck it!"

He grabbed me and he pressed his lips to mine. It shut me up very quickly.

His lips were soft and delicious like caramel. I froze. I had never been kissed before...not in this life anyway, just read them in my books.

My husband in another life was more interest in hurting me than kissing me, I had no experience whatsoever.

I am supposed to participate, right? But all I did was stand there and allow him to take liberties…I felt the warmth in my abdomen and that yielding sensation that made me want to wrap my arms around him and hold on forever.

And just as abruptly as he kissed me, he stopped. He looked at me and then he vanished through the door down the hallway leaving me with weak knees and a feeling I neither understood or what to do with it.