Her Dominating king

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Dominic sat down sipping the wine that had been brought to him "Tell the innkeeper for my clothing I am to leave."

The room only heated with fire, he looked at his trembling hand. Wondering about his future bride, he stopped drinking and continued staring at the flickering fires.

He frowned remembering days were him and his friends use to dream about their perfect bride, falling in love and protecting her.

It was amusing, he dressed in his mothers clothes and they would prance around the gardens gayly, receiving chuckles from the woman and a lecture from the men.

His father would punish him as soon as the guests left, whipping him or not feeding him. An array of punishments as he grew older the variety increasing.

Mentally Dominic was weak, developing he should of seen his father as someone to inspire to rather than hate and for a mild period after Dominic's knighting he thought his father loved him. But his father loved what Dominic had and wanted to grab as much of if, as his family, as possible.

"Yes, my lord," The maid curtsied before examining the young noble man, arrived since the previous night he had no ring on his finger and had never mentioned a wife, a baron most likely.

The redhead wench images of being the lady of a household to a baron. It pleased her. "My lord, is there anything that you require?"

She battered her lashes, revealing more hair from her coif, a simple white one she hoped she looked the picture of innocence."Yes I require you to get your master," Dominic replied coldly, a man of business.

 He did not have time for playthings. Dominic believed no one did. The world was slowly crumbling and yet some had time to sit down and do nothing. Waste their lives.

 The maid curtsied again, this wasn't going to be an easy conquest. But all men succumbed to their urges.

 She played with a escaped lock of hair."I will surely get him, my lord." Smiling at him her mind full of thoughts driven from the bible Adam and Eve, the seduction of a woman wanting power..

Pushing her bosom towards him, she was startled when she received as p*****t a slap to the face and a shove on the ground.                 

"Forgot it Mistress I will get your master myself and remember I am above you an earl nonetheless and I do not take lightly to," He stopped in mock thought as the young woman cried out in pain to his kicking. "Whores."

 He stepped over her, grabbing the shirt that was originally there all along, knowing that the young harlot was not even focused on her work. He donned it on and left the money on his counter."I will of course tell your master how much I left there," He stated.

He said farewell to the owners and then went outside.

Walking out, he was still thinking. A wife, another human being he had to protect and of course the honour and who she was would count as well. Coughing slightly, he rubbed his hands together. Winter nights like this reminded of his previous life,before entering the Knights of the guard.

He was unwanted, unloved. His father leaving him outside like the cattle for s*******r and hearing of his son's success quickly returned as the 'Loving Father' he was to support his son and choose his bride.

The night cold air slapped him in the face, as he walked quickly into the carriage. Looking outside he wondered of his new bride. His elder cousin warning him that woman should be obedient and a difficult woman crushed, he hoped she would be. He had no intention of crushing her but he would do it.

He was to be above her and she would simply have to accept her fate. He had accepted his and he did not hope for any happiness he could not have.

Stepping out the carriage, ruffling his dirty blond hair he thanked the driver before entering the house. Simple, it probably only had four rooms unlike his stately manor with at least sixteen.

Sixteen rooms and it had been given to him at sixteen, a gift from the king. He chuckled at the irony. His wife would have to be four years old at this rate, but he very much doubted these people had such humor.

A simple house it had images of Jesus, Mary and other Christian images. None of them positive or inviting the house had a cold feel to it and shaking it off he addressed a servant.

"My lord, through here"The servant opened the door, checking his appearance in the mirror he decided he was ready. Straitening his blue shirt, his pantaloons were neatly pressed, the chain of a noble man placed neatly on his chest, small but visible. The jewelled cross of the saviour glowed with his blond light hair. Dominic bowed before his father and hosts."I'm sorry I took so long there was a matter I had to attend to," His father glanced at his son,too humble for his own good, bowing to commoners. He had this instilled weakness about him, that to his father was a problem. But the lad being eighteen he could not curb him otherwise would beat him black and blue so he would gain some dignity. The older De Fleur was a demanding man, and until his revelation two years ago that his son was a successful fighter and would go far, he had ignored his heir and focused on building an empire.

 Now the empire needed an heir and his son needed a wife, he had reinstated his son back into his will and had found him a suitable match. They bowed in response apart from his father, who nodded his head and gestured towards Jacqueline"Son this is your fiancée Miss Jacqueline De White," Hee bowed again placing his lips to her hand. He looked at the woman, her father holding no status jewelery, her mother quiet she was trying to avoid his gaze.

 "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss DeWhite" He kissed her hand again, his lips warm on her hand. She flushed slightly and he smirked.

 At least she had some sort of normality. Pretty, she was a spitting image of her mothers dark locks and sea green eyes. She hadn't looked at him but her sweating palms told him she was nervous. Good he could work with nervous, not disobedience.

"Its an honour to meet my engaged, my lord," She curtsied deeply towards him. He lifted her up. Her blue dress changed to a deep green and gold due to the time. It made her look quite sophisticated almost like the woman at court.

Jacqueline looked at the man, he was young, almost godly. Towering over her slightly his hands were warm. Dirty blond hair rumpled and piercing blue eyes, she wondered how her father had got such a match.

"You look lovely, Miss De White." He complimented, gazing into her eyes she removed her hand quickly.

"Don't you like men complimenting you?" Her father asked in a fake humor, she looked at her father he was irritated but who cared? She was to be married free from his clutches, she would be her own woman.

The guests laughed and she blushed, embrassed.

"Not from men I barely know," She snapped, his cherry demeanour gone, he on the otherside donned one ready for battle.

"Well I am your engaged Miss De White I think I have the right." Dominic replied. Great! A bold one, his cousin had warned him of those. Woman who were too blind to see that their comments and opinions weren't necessary and they would get lashing for them.

Onlookers paid judges to meets of newly engaged, Thomas De White, Jacqueline's brother included and by the looks of it laughter rang concerning his sister's outburst, he would never let a woman look smarter than him. Striding off his arrogant comment he continued to watch the couple.

"My lord, you are hurting me."She whispered, her hand red.

He released her hand, looking at her fear, it had done what it needed to."I hope you know I have the right to compliment my fiancée." Thomas smiled,a n interesting one. His face grim, nails and palm digging unmercifully into Jacqueline's hand.

Rumors flew around the court that Dominic had been subjected to abuse and the life of a servant as punishment for his mother's death through childbirth. He obviously had some of the anger still inside him and if he could make his sister submit then he would obviously grow up to be a powerful man.

She nodded and it fell silent."Pray excuse me," Dominic turned to go find more merry company, the tension boring him, he had been faced with his bride and did not even feel a spark, a smile creep on his face.

"I apologise for my daughters behaviour, my lord, tomorrow I think a day with you will make you more acquainted to calm her nerves," He offered. Dominic turned around, seeing the young lady tug at her fathers green cloth it was obvious that she did not want to go.

Dominic acted in mock thought,the family now tense the priest now gripping onto his daughters forearm tightly by the looks of it."I will accept, priest"

The man nodded and leaving he walked off with his wife to other company."Miss DeWhite,"

My lord," It went silent. "Well if we are to be married happily... It would suit if we knew each others name properly," He smiled brightly at her. Her sadness brewing at married,she shuffled on the floor before glaring at him straight in the eye.

"You know my name is Miss DeWhite and I know you are a lord what else is there?" She repiled icily. Obviously a lord with the chain, but with his messy hair and arranged marriage to a commoner he was obviously a baron, the lowest nobleman some even worked with pigs and were farmers. It was a peasant title.

He clenched his jaw submitting to his calmness"First names. Madam"He chucked playfully "I'll start my full name is Sir Dominic DeFleur Earl of Agen near to Bordeaux, serving commander to his majesty the king, heir to the duke whom you've meet as my father." He bowed low. She looked at him, she had been engaged to a earl soon to be a duke, she had to swallow her pride before she humiliated herself even more, she looked at the floor not prepared to meet his smug face when she talked, her elegant green shoes felt tightening around her "Jacqueline DeWhite, My lord, daughter to Father DeWhite," She curtsied. "That wasn't so hard was it?" She shook her head slightly as he bowed and walked off. She cursed herself for ever thinking he was handsome, his sharp blue eyes scorned her. He was pleasant to look at but the hardness in his eyes made her uncomfortable, and hardness was what she was getting married to.

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A tear or two escaped through Martha’s eyes and without wasting any further time, she dashed into the forest whilst Derek’s hand clenched in Martha’s fist. She had run only a quarter of a mile when she lost the grip of Derek’s hand as if someone pulled him forcibly behind. She turned behind to see the alpha werewolf clinging on to Derek’s T-shirt. It was in the most horrible avatar it can have.

The right half of his face was drenched with blood pouring from the very eye Martha had fired at and it said in the most ferocious voice one can yell in, “You two will face my wrath now!” Martha however wasn’t a bit afraid of what stood right in front of her. She had had enough of it and she had already contemplated this situation as a ‘Do or Die’ one. Although not even a bit afraid, she had pulled on a frightening look on her face so as to deceive the beast in front. She knew it’ll have to bend a little so as to attack her, given its enormous stature. Much to Martha assumption, it threw away the boy to his side and charged at Martha with an attacking gesture. Just when it was about to blow her head from her torso, Martha leaped in front of it while drawing a knife from the same belt, her expressions changing into a raging tigress as her eyes met one single eye of the wolf and aimed for the weakest part of its body, the right eye! She stabbed the already-injured-eye deep within and slashed it to her right, thereby damaging his left eye as well. The werewolf growled with pain and fell on the land. Apparently, it had completely lost its eyesight. Martha went from behind and slashed his neck, wiping out the tiniest of life in it and said, “I was damn sure your wrath would be outweighed by the rage burning within me ever since you killed my parents.”

She immediately rushed to find Derek and hugged him tight saying, “Don’t worry! We are safe now. You would never be troubled by them from now on. You’re my responsibility.” Derek too embraced Martha. “Oh please! I am not your responsibility. In fact I will take care of you from now” Said a brave Derek.

“Oh sorry, I will not consider you as a responsibility. And I am very sure you will take utmost care of me little brother” said a sobbing Martha while hugging Derek even tighter.

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