WORRLGENHALL (34 page)

“
No more words,” Baric insisted, “You ride back with the men who take the children.”

Thin
king nothing of it, he quickly walked towards the tent opening, until he noticed Ogorec not behind him.

“
Ogorec come,” his simple command before he flung the flap open, then left without looking back again.

Ogorec eyes closed tightly as he turned and fough
t the urge to look back at Ovfren, yet he controlled himself and walked out of the tent too, and then closed the flap behind him.

“
My lord,” Ogorec said, as they walked, “Such a time we have journeyed with no sign of enemies other than in the Valley of Tul.

“
Such is true.” Baric nodded.

“
I reason allow Laad to journey more, “Ogorec added, “He is well prepared for such, and it is his purpose.”

Quickly, losing the resolve he had not long before, Baric again nodded. He did indeed long to return to WorrlgenHal
l with Ecia and his son.

“
I must speak with Laad of the matter.”

Just as he had planned, after the sun rose, when Laad was about to ride out, Baric approached him.

“Laad,” he called to him.

“
Yes, my lord.” Laad turned.

Baric looked to the children loaded
into the wagons; then to Ecia holding his son.

“
My words have been swayed this night,” he said, “And I reason it wise to return to WorrlgenHall.”

“
Yes, my lord,” Laad agreed, and gave an approving nod.

“
What is your course?’

“
We have been tried, my lord,” Laad reasoned, “We have journeyed far and seen nothing other than those in Valley of Tul.”

“
Tried,” Baric repeated, “I question to what purpose.”

“
One way or another,” Laad said, and looked out into the plains, “It shall be made known to us soon.”

“
Then journey no more,” Baric’s command, “We shall all return to WorrlgenHall as one.”

“
If granted, I will wait just before the land of Orem for Loth and the men; then we shall ride to the Mountain of Ash. Long have the people pestered us with their attacks as we pass.

Baric nodded.
“Let it be done.”

E
ven after the time of mourning had passed, Queen Seda still held deep her pain from the loss of her child and her smiles few, her words fewer, all who looked into her eyes, only saw sadness; instead of once beaming eyes.

Although, her body mended, she refu
sed to leave her chamber, if she even got out of bed, and such was her sadness, she would not go to the gathering hall to sit at the king’s side while he dined.

Worried for her, as each day she seemed more sullen than the day before, King Rone ordered ser
vants to take her food to eat in their chamber, yet she only nibbled from whatever they brought; then sent it away.

Her words also few to him, each night King Rone held her close hoping she would open to
him, but she held her thoughts and pain within, and as her silent suffering grew greater, his heart now felt torn from him.

Unsure what to do, each day he asked for an account from the servants on her state, and as all told him the same; that she spoke to
no one, including Nona and hardly ate, worry overcame him of losing his queen, not to illness, but to sadness.

Such was his worry, one evening, while he sat on his chair as a man spoke before him about a problem with his land, although he looked at him in
tently; he heard nothing he said.

“
Come back after this day,” he finally interrupted him, as while the man spoke he dwelled on the matter of Seda an idea came to mind, “I am done with court for the day.”

As all stood, the king looked to his son Bayl.

“Hold court for me,” he ordered, “I have a pressing matter to attend that will keep me away.”

Realizing he should have done what he now planned to do long ago, King Rone hurried to their chamber, and each step wider than the other, became anxious.

“No one is to come to us,” he ordered, as he passed the guard, “No one.”

“
Yes my king!” the guard understood clearly.

When he entered his chamber, he saw servants sitting together in the outer chamber sewing, but did not see Seda.

“Where is the queen?” he asked, as he walked.

“
She has not left the bed chamber,” they stood, bowed, and spoke.

As they spoke, the king looked to his left, again noticing another day of barely touched food.

“Leave us,” he said, “And in the morning, do not come until you are called upon.”

Agai
n, they bowed and hurried away, then once gone, King Rone walked to his bedchamber, but found it empty.

Thinking nothing of it, he turned; then looked to the heath expecting her to be in a chair in front of it, which she sometimes was while she waited for
him to come to bed, but it was empty too.

Not seeing her at the table either, quietly he made his way up the stairs that led from his chamber to the roof; then when he reached the top, he saw Seda standing against the wall staring out into the black sky.

He said nothing as he made his way to her, then once next to her. His heart feeling as if it would leap from within him from the very sight of her, he wanted to pull her close, but instead, leaned against the wall and stared out too.

“
Such darkness is above us,” he said, as he sighed, “Yet in that darkness the stars grace it and make it a beautiful sight to behold.”

As he spoke, he moved closer to Seda; then placed his hand onto hers.

“For some time,” he said softly, “You have been withdrawn from me.”

Seda s
aid nothing as he spoke. Her eyes still looking to the sky, but in them, he saw that they had begun to glisten.

“
Is there still love Seda?” he asked, “Or now have you pushed me out of your heart?”

Her eyes now filled with tears, they formed little droplets
on her eyelashes, then fell onto her cheeks and rolled down her chin.

“
How can your tongue ask me such words?” she whispered, yet she looked away.

“
Even now you look away from me,” he said, as he turned her chin to face him, “What have I done to turn your heart from me?”

“
My king.”

“
Husband,” he softly reminded.

“
My husband,” she whispered, “I am in fear.”

“
In fear of me?” he asked wounded.

As she looked at the hurt in his eyes, she now openly cried.

“Fear to open my heart again. It hurts to love something and have it stolen away so unjustly.”

“
Such that I know,” he said. His hand still on her chin, he continued, “As well as my daughter, I lost Queen Nohla one that I loved and by the grace of God, I found love again with you.”

“
I was only a servant,” Seda said, “Queen Nohla was already of high born blood, and she gave you sons. I lost the one precious thing I could give you.”

“
Seda,” he said moved, “You speak as if you will never bear a child again.”

“
I cannot bear to lose another child and have not given myself to you for that fear,” she confessed, as she looked down, “And I know you will send me away.”

From her words, he sternly looked at her.

“You will look at the king,” he softly ordered.

Slowly, she raised her head; then looked into his eyes.

“Only time will heal what you feel,” he said, “But, I made you my queen and that you will be to me as long as I am king, and who I love as long as I live.”

“
I have withdrawn from all such that I have not even given myself to my husband,” she whispered, “It has been some time, yet you spoke nothing. Have you delighted yourself with bellars or another?”

King Rone sighed.

“Delighted?” he then said, slightly wounded she would believe he would, but understandingly “Why should I when beside me is one who pleases me in all things, such that the very touch upon her skin turns me rigid with want. I will wait for such pleasures again.”

“
Then no one?”

“
No one.”

“
Then wait no more my king and husband,” she whispered, as again an unyielding want for her husband pulsed through her body. 

Humbly, she bowed her head, as she dropped her robe; then pulled the strings of her bed gown, which fell to her feet and her naked body glimmering as bits of light and shadow from the a half moon and torches fell upon it, he looked at her awed at t
he curved form of her alluring body.

At once, his eyes never leaving her eyes, forgetting that he even had it on, the crown upon his head fell next to his feet followed by his belt, his tunic, and his undershirt.

As his boots flew off his feet with a wild fury, when he began untie his pants, she took his hand and did it for him.

Her hand upon him, she gave a tug and loosened its tie and as they fell to his feet, she touched his already swollen shaft.

“Such truth in your words,” she whispered, “Rigid you are. I fear you will burst at any moment.”

“
Oh, my love,” he groaned, as her soft hand gripped him, “Your fear may be well true. One thrust and I know much will gush from me fiercely.”

“
Then so be it,” she whispered, as she pulled him to her by his rigid want, “But I warn you king, the queen has set her mind to please you well this night. I hope you are well rested.”

“
Rested or not,” he said eagerly, “Each time I have no fear I will not be able to harden for you.” 

As Seda let go of his rigid want, she felt
it brush against her; then as he pulled her close and kissed her hard on her lips, before she knew it, he had her body pressed to the stoned wall.

Much taller than she, he towered over her as he leaned down to kiss her hard; then as she felt her feet leave
the roof, she realized he lifted and placed her on a flat stone so their bodies could be somewhat even.

Quickly, he moved his leather pants from around his feet and pressed her again to the wall with his own body; then as he gripped the back of the wall f
or leverage, she felt his rigid want slide into her.

As she felt it, she gasped swearing from their last his manhood had grown even larger; then as ten thrusts lead to twenty, then forty, she breathed heavily and grabbed his muscled back and taut rear.

“One more thrust and you will feel me wave across your manhood,” she moaned, as his upward thrusts pushed deep into her.

“
Let it wave,” he breathed out hard; the pressure building in the base of his shaft letting him know he was close to exploding.

As now hi
s thrust to many to count, again Seda gasped as her womanhood waved and quivered.

“
Sssss.” She sounded her own hiss, as she listened to the king moan with delight when he felt her wall’s strong wave, “Such a wonderful feeling.”

Although, she did not belie
ve it possible, she held him even tighter and buried her head in his broad shoulder as the friction of his flesh upon hers heated their bodies to a sear like nothing either had ever felt before.

“
Ahhhh,” he now cried out, as suddenly his muscles tightened, as one final deep thrust came from him before he exploded inside her, “Ahhhhh wife, I love you so.”

King Rone and Seda stayed still in the other
’s arms, as she felt him throbbing inside her.

“
I cannot pull out of you,” he whispered, “The feeling is that great a pleasure.”  

“
Then carry me to bed,” she whispered, “Just as we are.”

“
To sleep?”

“
I have no desire to sleep.” She smiled, and a smile he had not seen in sometime, his heart soared with joy and love, “
Take me to bed for more.”

“
Aaah, my queen, his words flowed easily, “You are my very life.”

“
Just as you are my life, my wonderful king and husband.”

As if nothing; her legs wrapped around his waist; his manhood still throbbing inside her, He lifted her to take her to bed, but as he carried her, two guards while on their watch on the roof of another wall walked by.

As they looked over at them, when they saw the king naked with the queen, also naked, in his arms and her legs wrapped around him, both quickly turned their heads.

“
All is again well with the queen,” one said to the other and both walk away.

**

Knowing the queen’s sorrow, Nona kept herself hidden from her, but each day she asked of her state. She had longed to tell her she was with child again, but reasoned it best to keep it within not sadden her and kept herself busy with the other seam stresses as her stomach grew.

To make sure she avoided Seda, she only walked the inner hallways and gardens, or stayed in her chamber with Elaad making a tapestry for the wall, and in the cool of the mornings or evenings, only took walks with him by the waterfall
.

Some mornings when she walked Elaad, she began to notice that unlike before, when she passed the guards who once ignored her, they now gave her respectful nods acknowledging her as the wife of Laad their Lord Helm and friend of the queen.

As days now turned into weeks, then months, one morning during one of her walks, a guard appeared by the waterfall, and as he sat on his horse, he said nothing until she began to approach him.

“
The queen wishes to see you,” the guard said; then rode away.

Nona made her
way towards the upper halls and towards the queen’s leisure chamber; then stood outside her door reasoning to herself what she would tell her of why she did not come while she healed; then just about to speak, the door opened and right beyond it was Seda standing.

She said nothing at first, as her eyes widened; then suddenly a smile graced her faced.

“My friend,” she said and held open her arms, then walked to Nona.

“
My queen,” Nona humbly said, which quickly Seda chastised her for saying.

“
Seda,” she said, through a smile, “Or, my lady, in front of the quorum or king.”

Nona smiled; then bowed her head after they hugged.

“I beg forgiveness for not coming to you,” she said regretfully, “I did not want you to feel more sorrow.”

“
Such was my sorrow,” Seda confessed, “I welcomed no one, not even the king.”

“
My prayers were steadfast that your heart would heal.”

Seda inhaled; then nodded.

“God answered them and healed my sorrow,” she agreed, and looked at Nona’s stomach, “Come let us speak of it no more and only of what is to come.”

Nona held her stomach.

“Soon,” she said, “Another full moon.”