Abused queen (dark romance)

Seven

     We went to the coronation, hand in hand with the camera waiting outside to get a glimpse of us. This was new to me, but the fact that I had Samuel by my side, meant everything. Even my make up artist who was there for the wedding told me I was glowing this time. Who wouldn’t when you’re married to the world handsome prince soon to be king?

      He opened the door for me and waved to the crowd before the limo took us to the same hall we had the choosing at. Soon we were pronounced king and queen with my family cheering for me. Yes, they were too loud and even a tad bit embarrassing, but they were my family and I loved them like that.

      I spent time with them after all the high court people talked to us, and congratulated us. All in all the formation was a success, but in the back of my mind, Amanda’s words kept playing.

      ‘Do I really know the real Sam?’ he didn’t seem different than the first time we met. I glanced at him.

      ‘Was I really naive? did he choose me because I'm naive?’ I really hoped not, but I couldn’t help to think about it. I decided to shrug it off.

      ‘Does he love me, or did he say it because he was buried deep inside of me? He never gave me a reason to doubt him, and Sam has been really nice and understanding since I came to the castle, although it's only day four. He was respectful when I told him I was a virgin. He made me feel safe and treasured, and before he proves me wrong, I won't doubt his love for me, I won't let Amanda’s words destroy the trust we built for the past three days.

     I went to him and gave him a small smile which he returned.

     “My queen, I have a meeting late tonight, you can go home with the others. I promise I will be home before you fall asleep” he said and gave me a peck on the lips in front of everyone, which made me blush red. I just gave him a small nod and went to find Joey.

     “Joey, can I catch a ride with you? Samuel is going to a meeting so he told me to catch a ride with you"

     “What meeting? They is no meeting scheduled today" he answered, shocked.

     “I don't know, I didn't ask. But can I catch a ride with you?" I said, irritated because all of them are questioning my husband’s affairs. He was the king so I was sure they didn’t know his affairs, he was with the high court I was sure one of them asked to talk to him privately or something.

    “Of course, it's not like there's nice ass to look at anyway, men here are old and uptight" he chuckled, taking my hand and leading me to the limo waiting outside.

    “I didn't know you were gay" I said, surprised.

     “I'm queer and proud, now let's let the oldies do their thing and let's go home so I can call my "booty call" he said, sauntering away to the other side of the big car. I would have made space for him if only he asked, but he had to go all the way to get inside the huge limo, it was nice and dark outside. My guess will be it was just after midnight. 

     “You just like my brother, you two will get along well together. All you think about is getting laid" I said the moment he got inside the limousine.

     “Is he cute like you?" he smiled mischievously, his brows going up and down and waiting for an answer. I giggled before answering to him.

     “Nope, he is cuter, and he has my dad’s big, blue eyes" his smile got wider at my words.

     “When we get home, I need his number so we can hang out"

     “Do you know by any chance if he’s a bottom or a top?"

     “Joey stop, it's not my personal information to tell" although I knew because I caught him several times being f****d by that stupid closeted jock Louis. It was still not my information to give, and I was starting to like Joey. He was more open that Amanda, who seemed to hate me.

     “But you know, right? Don’t say words, just use your hands"

      “Nope, I'm not saying a word. I’m not even giving you a clue, you will find out all by yourself” I said laughing, the limousine driving the short distance to the castle.

******

     When I got the castle, Joey and I parted ways after I gave him Mike's number and made a note to tell Mike before he calls. I went to our new apartment-like room in the west wing. We had a bedroom, kitchen and living room combined, but it looked nice. The bedroom was separate, with an in-suite, giving us privacy which I'm glad for. I had a shower and went to sleep.

    I was woken up by Sam shaking my shoulder.

    “Baby, wake up. The blow up bed is ready, you can go sleep there, I want to be busy" I thought maybe, I misunderstood him.

    “What do mean the blow up bed?" the look he gave me made me shiver, I’ve never seen his eyes this intense before.

    “I mean, I brought home company and you need to leave the bed now" he roared.

     That's when his words registered, making me sit upright and I saw a blonde girl wearing a short black dress standing in our bedroom door, smirking.

    “Sam, is this some kind of a sick joke?" I said and before I could even swallow my words, a hot slap met my cheek, making my ear ring. I didn’t expect it so it took time for it to register that Sam slapped me. Just four days after our wedding, he brought another girl in our bedroom and slapped me.

     “Baby, you know I hate repeating myself, now go sleep on the floor, I have company" his voice changed from being smooth to malicious and threatening.

     I got up quickly. He didn’t need to repeat it this time, but I still didn't believe what I was hearing and the fact that my husband slapped me. It was a hard pill to swallow, it all seemed like a bad dream or I was hoping it was. I found a blanket and a pillow already on the blow up bed. But I couldn’t bare the thought of hearing him have s*x with someone else. I thought maybe going to the other room will make the situation a little less awkward, no, less hurtful. 

     “Can I go to sleep in the living room?" I asked, sitting in the blow up bed. His eyes told me the answer and I knew I was pushing it.

     “No, you sleep where I say you sleep and never question me again in front of guests or they will be punishment, and you won't like seeing me angry" I thought he was angry now. If this was not him being angry, then I didn’t want to see Sam angry.

     I got on top of the bed, closed my eyes tight as I heard moaning and groaning. The sound of the bed started shaking and slapping of skin made me sob even more. I think even an underwear fell on top of me, but I didn’t even open my eyes to see. Soon, the girl started screaming louder and louder, and I felt sick to my stomach and wondered...

What have I gotten myself into?