Nevaeh left the King's study, doubting that she was going to be spending the rest of her life with him.
Not only was she hurt by his mothers words, but also by the fact that King had not stood up for her. She walked back towards the King's room when she spotted the servant girl who had helped her before.
Not wanting to go back to the room she had spent with the King, she asked the girl to bring her back to the room she had prepared herself for her night with the him.
The King stood in shocked. He had let Nevaeh leave without saying a word. He starred at his mother in disbelief.
"What have you done?" He asked his mother finally.
"I have saved you." His mother answered "You will marry Amyinah. You will grow to love her. She is a far better choice for you"
"No Mother, she is your choice, not mine" he raised his voice to her for the first time in his life. "I will renounce my place as King. I will give up everything that I have to be with Nevaeh"
His mother stood with her mouth opened, not used to being spoken to that way.
He continued.
"You have dictated and directed which way my life will go ever since Father died and I became King. You have made decisions about how this country should be run and I have let you do so" he felt a weight being lifted, "You wanted me to find a wife. You pushed me into this search for a Queen, and now that I have found the one thing that is truly my independent choice, you're trying to stop me and do what you want!"
His Mother tried to speak but he stopped her.
"You will not tell me what to do anymore. I have chosen Nevaeh. We will be married." He said firmly. "I do not care what you tell Amyinah, but I want her gone from here today."
"But my son, she is the better choice" his mother cried.
"Then you marry her" the King said. He left his study and ran to find Nevaeh. He was stupid to let her go and he needed to find her, to tell her that they were going to be together.
Amyinah stood around the corner of the King's study, listening to the conversation between the King, his mother and the woman who threatened her future. She fumed as she heard the King tell his mother that he loved Nevaeh. His mother seemed determined that she, Amyinah, was going to be Queen. She was not about to let another woman come between her and the throne. When the door of the study opened, Amyinah ducked around the corner and watched Nevaeh leave.
Nevaeh asked the servant girl if she knew what happened to her bag. She was told that it was sent out to be laundered. Nevaeh asked the girl to get it for her.
When the girl left, Neaveh looked out the window. In the course of twenty-four hours her life had gone from having nothing to having everything. Now she had feared that she had lost her King. Her tears streamed down her face.
When the knock on the door happened, she walked to answered it, thinking it was the servant girl bringing her belongings. Nevaeh would leave the palace and let the King marry Amyinah who was chosen for him.
She opened the door and a woman stood in the hall, not the girl she had expected.
"Yes?" Nevaeh asked, not knowing who was standing before her.
"So you are the woman who has captured the King's heart?" the woman said. She brushed past Nevaeh and into the room.
Nevaeh realized that she was looking at Amyinah, the woman who was chosen to be Queen by the King's mother.
"And you are Amyinah" Nevaeh stated. She was not intimidated by her.
"You do know that you will never be Queen" Amyinah said, walking around the room. Her confidence was palpable.
Nevaeh said nothing.
"I was chosen by his Mother to be Queen" Amyinah continued "He may lust after you now, but he will inevitably fall in love with me"
Amiyah smirked at Nevaeh.
Still Nevaeh said nothing.
"You should just leave before you suffer any more embarrassment "
Nevaeh stood straight, walked towards Amyinah, her words carefully chosen.
"You may have been chosen my his mother, Amyinah" Nevaeh stated "But I was chosen by the King himself. He may be forced to marry you, but he wanted to marry me. You may eventually lure him to bed, but he brought me to his" Nevaeh took a breath before saying her final words "You may be his Queen, but I will always be his heaven"
Amyinah's rage was instantaneous. She lunged at Nevaeh, scratching her face with her nails. Nevaeh was unprepared for Amyinah's attack and was thrown to the ground by surprise. She called out in pain as Amyinah's nails cut her cheek. Amyinah's screams filled the quiet of the palace. She pulled and clawed at Nevaeh, hoping to cause as much hurt as possible. She was going to kill Neaveh with her bare hands.
The King left his mother standing in his study witha flabbergasted look. He felt relieved that he had finally stood up the controlling woman. His only regret was that he did not speak up in Nevaeh's presence. When he heard the screams coming from one of the rooms, he ran towards them, knowing in his heart that something was dreadfully wrong.
Amyinah sat on Nevaeh's chest, her hands wrapped around her throat, slowly choking the life out of her. Nevaeh struggled for air, but could not fill her lungs. She could feel the world grow dim. She pictured the King as she lost consciousness.
Amyinah didn't see the King as he rushed at her, knocking her off Nevaeh. He had pushed her off so hard that she had lost her breath, just as Nevaeh took her last.
"Nevaeh?" The King called to her, shaking her gently "Nevaeh, please"
Nevaeh lay still beneath her King. The red marks around her neck showed him just how tightly the life was squeezed out of her.
"Nevaeh, my heaven, please come back to me. You are my Queen"
His mother appeared in the door, witnessing the aftermath of what she had ultimately created. Amyinah lay against the bed, trying to regain control of her breathing. Her son had the woman who had stolen his heart, in his arms. She lay motionless as the King spoke to her trying to bring her back.
"Please Nevaeh, you are meant for me on earth. You are my life, my love and my Queen. Heaven can not have you yet. Your soul is connected with mine...we are one. My life is your life" he cried.
His mother watched her heartbroken son weep for the woman in his embrace. She knew then that he was right, even if it was too late.
Amyinah stood up, straightening her clothes. She looked at the King's mother and then at the King "I am the Queen" she said.
The King was so focused on Nevaeh that he didn't see his mother slap Amyinah's face.
"You wretched woman" Amyinah screeched. "How dare you lay your hand upon me"
"Get out" the King's mother yelled.
Amyinah held her cheek, feeling the heat from the slap.
"You will never be Queen" his mother said "No woman who would love my son would cause him so much pain" as she said the words, she realized that they could also apply to her.
Amyinah left the two of them hovering over Nevaeh's body.
With Neaveh in his arms, and his mother kneeling beside him, the King cried uncontrollably.
"I am so sorry my son" his mother said softly.
"Leave me" he said "Leave me, you do not deserve to be here with her"
His words hurt his mother deeply, yet she rose and left her son alone with his beloved.
He stroked the hair from Nevaeh's face, kissing her cheeks and her closed eyes. His sobs could be heard throughout the palace. As he went to kiss her lips for the last time, he felt a faint whisper of air escape Neaveh's mouth.
"Nevaeh?" He cried. He watched as her eyes fluttered, slowly opening as she tried to take in a full breath.
The King's relief was indescribable. He watched his Nevaeh return to him. Color began to fill her cheeks, she opened her eyes and looked up her King.
She tried to speak, but her throat was swollen shut.
"Please, don't try to talk" the King whispered "Shhhhhhh, now"
He cradled her in his arms and brought her to the bed.
"I thought you were taken from me" he kissed her again. Nevaeh lifted her arms, she wanted to hold the King. He complied and went to her, relishing the feeling of her hands on his back.
Nevaeh shifted under the King, making room for him to lay beside her. He kept his hand in hers as he moved along side her. Nevaeh rested her head on her King's chest. She closed her eyes, falling asleep in the arms of the man she loved.
Days after Amyinah's attack on Nevaeh, the King was able to leave her side, but he would do so only if necessary. The King moved her back to his bedroom, where he waited on her hand and foot. Nevaeh regained her voice and when she and the King were alone, she asked him what had happened.
"It doesn't matter now, all that matter is that you are with me" the King answered. "My heaven, my love, my Queen, let me show you how much you mean to me".
The King started with her lips, kissing them with a tenderness that he had only for Nevaeh. His lips left hers, making his way down to her throat. He gently kissed the faded bruises on her neck. Nevaeh's hands went between the Kings legs, finding him hard and erect. She wanted him badly, but the King wanted to take his time. The King lowered his mouth to her breasts, licking her nipples until they became hard. He bit them gently, moving from one breast to the other. His fingers tugged the nipple that wasn't in his mouth, teasing Nevaeh. With her moans becoming louder and her hips swaying beneath him, the King moved slowly down her torso, pushing her legs open with his thighs. He moved between her legs, kissing her hips, letting her scent invade his senses. He used his fingers to part her lips, and kissed her on her sensitive spot. He inserted one finger, feeling her wetness and then another finger. He circled inside her, opening her up. His tongue continued to lick all of her, feeling her become swollen with lust and desire. Nevaeh spread her legs wide as the King kneeled between them. He entered Nevaeh slowly, taking in all the pleasure she was giving him. Nevaeh moved her hips upward to take all of the King in, but he teased her, moving back as she moved up.
"Please" Nevaeh begged, her voice raspy "please my King"
The King thrust into her, filling her completely. Nevaeh groaned with pleasure. Her hands went around the Kings back as he moved. She pulled him deeper and deeper, until he was hitting her spot that he discovered the first night together. The king increased his movements, grinding down into Nevaeh. She locked her ankles around his back, holding him in place as she climaxed. He emptied himself deep inside her as she clenched around him. They both called out to one another as they released, breathing heavy.
"My heaven. My Nevaeh" the King breathed, he let himself collapse beside her, their legs entwined, her hands running up his chest.
"You need to rest. We have a busy day tomorrow" He pulled Nevaeh closer to him, inhaling the faint scent of honey and hibiscus.
"Are you sure you do not want to wait?" Nevaeh whispered.
The King had arranged for them to be married as soon as possible. His own mother had even helped plan the day.
"I have waited years for you, forty-four to be exact. I will not wait any longer for you to be my Queen"
Nevaeh nestled into the crook of his arm. She had less than twenty four hours until she was officially his. She wasn't nervous or scared. All she wanted was to be with him.
"My Nevaeh. You have given so much more than what you had offered me. You offered me your mind, body and soul. You have given me life, love and happiness. You have made me a man, and for that I will always be grateful."
Nevaeh smiled. She leaned over the King and kissed him. Even though they had just finished making love, his words stirred her passion again.
This time it was she who moved down the bed, between the Kings legs. She had him soft in her mouth but it wasn't long until he was hard, moving in and out. She tasted herself on him, a mixture of her wetness and his essence. It made for a heady combination. Nevaeh crawled on top of her King and slide down his length. His hands found her hips as she rotated on his hardness. She rode him, his hands guiding her, his words encouraging her. With her head back, her hands on her own breasts she came again. Her calls to him to join her, fell on deaf ears as the King maneuvered himself behind Nevaeh while she tried catch her breath. Nevaeh lowered herself on her elbows and raise her bottom in the air so the King could enter her easily. This time the tenderness was replaced with raw desire. The King slammed himself into his future Queen, his grunts became more guttural, more animalistic. Nevaeh moved onto all her hands, giving her traction to push back against her King. She felt him deep and was close again, when the King lowered himself so his legs were bent. As he straighten up, he brought Nevaeh with him. With his chest pressed into her back, his motions slowed down, allowing both of them to feel everything. The King reached around Nevaeh's waist, his fingers searching for the the spot to rub to send Nevaeh over the edge. With her head back, resting on his shoulder, the King circled his thumb over her again and again.
"Let go" the King whispered in her ear.
"Together" Nevaeh breathed.
Once again, they climaxed as one. Both now spent and slick with sweat, they fell into a peaceful sleep, dreaming about tomorrow's wedding and their future together as King and Queen.