The king has presented? the girls voice wavered when she saw the affirmative opinion of a servant.
Quickly got up from the chair, Arabella instantly rushed to the kings chamber. On the threshold of the irate lady was stopped by two high guards: Wait, Mademoiselle, his Majesty the king opacified. Please come back at noon, then the monarch will receive You.
No, I need to talk to him immediately! Im not going to wait until the king deigned to give me an audience! Miss, otherwise heads will roll! exclaimed the dear daughter of the Duke.
My lady, wait! You cant the guards wanted to stop the Arabella, but she was able to slip into the bedchamber.
Bursting, the young woman saw the king. He stood in one night gown, with a conical cap on his head and in his Slippers. The expression on the face of the monarch was far from friendly. Gray eyes narrowed, as fiery arrows flying in the far, misty distance. Watching the master, it seemed that hes about to reveal his sharp sword whose blade glittered in the sun, as rays of clear light spring foliage, and will destroy anyone who stands in his majestic way.
Frowning, the king spoke his thin lips: «Arabella! What are You doing?! Who let You in here without my permission?!
Is what are You doing?!
Whats the matter, dear lady? anger of Louis gave way to some corny, cheesy softness.
Arabella threw it on the carved table a bouquet of roses, convulsively compressed in its cold hand: What is it?
Louis walked over to the young woman and, taking her hand, gently murmured: You do not like the donated roses?
Arabella de Frase tore one fragile white petal and held it to her left breast: not the Problem, sire. Just everyone in the Palace were whispering behind my back. Some believe that I came here to escape from provincial life and change the destiny of a beggar. Other to become Queen of the throne of Your heart. But I am not going to tolerate! I already call Your favorite! Rumor has it that I allegedly threw adoptive mother in the lurch and I share a love bed! But its a lie! I dont
The young woman did not have time to finish. Her lips joined in a long, sweet kiss with the king of France. The girl it seemed that the whole world has bed at their feet. Sweet obsession was maddening, as if, were lifted up to heaven, and then with a flourish threw in a covering of water. Arabella closed her beautiful eyes. His lips were quivering. Skin glowed. Body stiffening. But just a few moments, the girl came to herself. Her heart, most recently breaking out from love and passion, was like a stone emotionless, icy cold from hell. The French wanted to escape, but Louis squeezed her with force. Unable to withstand such a blatant disgrace, the young woman slipped out of the unwelcome embrace of the king and painted his cheek with his slap. Do not resist, Louis fell on the stool. Frightened, she instantly ran out of his chambers. Fortunately, the guards were not at his post.
Chapter 4
Night came on. The rain continued to make noise. Dark clouds covered all the sky. Fallen leaves swirled like a whirlwind. The furious wind sweeps away everything in its path.
Arabella de Frase sat in the armchair facing the fireplace. All day she stayed in her room for fear of meeting with the king of France. Beauty well knew the Rules: if someone will cause harm to the monarch, he was sentenced to death.
Asleep, one lady-in-waiting did not notice that in her room someone came in, squeezing the cold fingers a small chandelier. An unknown hand touched the shoulder of a sleeping Arabella. The young woman by surprise, abruptly opened his amazing eyes. Before her stood Louis XIII!
You?! cried the girl and frantically pulled on woolen cloth. She was in a nightgown, and, of course, Louis couldnt see an amazing, slender body, barely concealed under the silk shirt.
The king eagerly approached the frightened Arabella. The young woman could not move, out of fear and shame engulfed everything inside. But the monarch used to take whatever they want. Of course, the young girl was his only toy, fun for one night.
Louis once again forcibly kissed Arabella. But this time the kiss was not so tender, lyrical and touching, as in the morning. On the contrary, now the touch was like molten steel and searing fire, the flames escaping from the bowels of the earth. The man wrapped his hands around the waist of a young woman and, pressing her lips to his lips, whispered: darling, incomparable beauty
Arabella didnt understand what was happening. This closeness was driving her crazy, having lost the power of speech, wrapped up, and the power of his enduring power.
«Let me go,» moaned the girl, R in the strong gentle hands of a rapist.
But the king seemed not to hear his «victim». Hugged the girl into her body, the monarch dragged her to the bed where stared passionately on the lips quivering flesh.
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Making sure that Louis was asleep, she quietly got out of bed, and throwing on a cold shouldered gown, went to the window. The French cheeks flowed burning tears, my heart cried from the unbearable pain. Poor girl didnt want to become a woman of Louis, didnt want to lose my virginity to his rough embrace. The king took possession of it by force, ignoring the rebellious desire of the body. Deep down, she felt a strange satisfaction, but, remembering the caressing touches and playful kisses, slip back into your routine broken flaming heart.
The daughter of the Duke de Frase knew in orders French court: any woman who once shared a bed with the Emperor, becomes his mistresslover, and she is obliged to live in the kings realm, every night, at the request of the monarch to come to his chambers, to give an unforgettable pleasure, to give his body unloved for the sake of wealth and title. Marie de ' Medici always said, «the laws of the state is our bread and water. We live and rule only through ancient traditions. Nobody can resist them.» Unfortunately, Arabella has become a hostage of these orders.
Lost in thought, the young woman did not notice that awoke the monarch:
«Arabella,» somebody said behind her. The girl forced herself to turn around. Louis XIII stared at his beloved. His eyes, always so overbearing and strict, it seemed to Arabella, a surprisingly gentle and sympathetic.
Sire, with a pause beginning French: Im sorry about what happened. But I want, that You have forgotten about it. I will never become Your mistress. Your arms turned for me in steel chains. Let me go to my foster mothers home, otherwise Ill be forced to run away. Such a shame Im not going to tolerate. Im not a prostitute woman and Im sorry that the ruler of France was a gross rapist. I have long vowed to give her virginity to someone I love with all my body, heart and soul. Alas, You have me first
«Arabella, do you not? How could you think I leave you in the lurch immediately after our first night? No, darling, far from it!.. Yeah, youre not my first woman, but the last. And I
No, sire, "interrupted the king girl: Im not Yours and never will be. Farewell, with these words the French woman came to the door, clutching her torn dress.
If you leave now, youll regret it. For insubordination, Im severely punished, kindness is gone from the voice of Louis. He did not ask, but demanded. Arabella suddenly realized that the king tend to change. Sometimes Louis can be tender, passionate and loving and sometimes cruel tyrant, giving orders to execute even those whom he loves.