The Red Flower

"How many Children Do you have?"

"Seven." The king Answers. Seamus pushes his knife into Sebastián's first knuckle, blood dripping down.

"Ahhh! Fuck!! Nine! I have nine kids." The king immediately retracts his previous statement.

"Who is your Eldest son and daughter?" I continue.

"Eliza and Timothais." He hangs his head in shame.

"I am Impressed that you even Know their Names." I Say, arching both brows. "Who is the first-born?"

"Timothais, and then Jeremiah. Eliza came third."

"GOOD." I reply. "Who are their Mothers?" I Question again.

"Medonia, Layra and Setine." He Answers. "In that Order."

"Who else Knows of ALL nine of your Children?"

"I do not Know." Seamus cuts through Deeper.

"No!! Stop! I will Tell you. Just Please do not cut any farther!" He pleads. "Two Members of The Council. I Believe them to Be.. Nathaniel and.. Tomás?"

The knife is halfway through his finger. "Please, my QUEEN!! This is what I was Told. I Swear it!"

Seamus looks to me for proceeding measures. I put up a hand to slow his progress.

"Describe them." I Command.

"Nathaniel was tall, dark hair, blue eyes and the claw of the eagle was carved into the handle of his sword."

"And Tomás?"

"Tall, golden hair, green eyes. He carried a bow."

"And where will I Find the Mothers of your Eldest three Children?"

"Medonia and Setine can be Found at The Red Flower. Layra Earns her Keep at The Inn."

"And did you Provide Nathaniel and Tomás with this Information?"

"They wanted to Know the Home Locations of ALL my Children."

"Do they Know of ALL nine?"

"Yes, but in no particular older."

"GOOD."

I turn to Seamus. "I am Finished here." He nods. "Do what you Must, and then Send for a Doctor. Meet me in The Grand Hall after."

"Understood, My QUEEN." He bows his head.

"W-wait!! Your Majesty!" A look of fear filled Sebastián's eyes. I Began walking away. "Do not leave me here alone with this man!" I exit the room. "QUEEN!!!" I hear him scream out as the heavy door closes behind me. I take a deep breath, re-Gathering my Thoughts.

Down in the Grand Hall, I await the Arrival of Seamus. After a relatively long while, he finally makes his Appearance. "My QUEEN." He states upon Approaching.

"I Trust you Handled the Situation Appropriately?"

He flashes a wicked Smile. "I only took one." He held up a bloodied thumb. The skin pricks in disturbance. I nod.

"GOOD." I reply, my stomach turning. "And the Doctor?"

"Is Tending to his Wounds as we Speak."

I Breathe slow and Deep. "We will Proceed to The Red Flower before Obtaining his second Eldest from The Inn."

"Shall we, my QUEEN?" Seamus bends slightly, dipping his head, a Newly unSpoken Sign of Respect Portrayed for the First Time by him.

"We Shall." He takes my Lead.

Outside of The Red Flower, I Brace my Self prior to our Entry. It is a subtle building, tucked away in a bustling alleyway of the Village. Seamus awaits my next Move. I turn the knob and Enter.

I am Pleasantly Surprised to be Met with a quiet, Luxurious Keeping Room. A silver bell tinkling. I Take in my Surroundings. Thick, Beautiful crimson curtains drape an arched doorway off-centered behind an Intricately-carved Reception counter.

A young woman steps through the Drapery. She Greets us. "How May I Be of your Pleasure?" Her thick, dark lashes Sensually hood her eyes. She is quite Lovely with her painted lips and softly pink-powdered cheekbones.

"I Would like to Request a Private Room with Medonia and Setine." I firmly state.

She aches a brow. "I did not Suspect you Enjoy the Company of Women." She curves the corners of her mouth Upwards.

"You are not my Type." I cooly reply.

"A Shame, really." The young Woman responds, slinking Towards me. She drags her deep red fingernail along the curve of my breast. "I could Take you to Heights you have never even Dreamed of." She trails her finger down my abdomen, resting it above my mound.

I See Seamus practically drooling out of the corner of my eye. It Takes Everything within me not to roll my eyes.

"My Dear Child." I Intertwine my Fingers Delicately in hers before spinning her around, pulling her body firmly into the curve of mine. Seamus arches a brow, his eyes wide. I Gather her hair in my free hand, making a Show of Breathing in the Scent of her neck. I nip at her ear before Speaking again. "You cannot Handle ME, even if you remotely tried." Her Breath hitches. I Release her body. She turns back to face me with lust-filled eyes.

"Medonia and Setine." I calmly repeat.

"I can Give you Setine, but Medonia is.." She pauses seductively before continuing. "..preoccupied."

"I will Take both or no one at all." I reach into my cloak and pull out a large purse filled with gold coin. I drop the weighted purse Intently on the counter. Her eyes widen at The Sight. "Now." I Finish.

She nods Silently. "I will Make The Arrangements." The young woman disappears behind the crimson curtains.

Seamus lets out a low whistle. I meet his line of Sight, arching my brow.

"Your Majesty." He Begins. "You almost had me fooled. If I did not Know you, I would have Believed your Story."

"GOOD." I respond.

He gives a sly Smile, returning to his Thoughts, undoubtedly Allowing his Imagination to run wild.

After a while, the young woman returns. "Follow me." She says, tying back the heavy Drapery with a thick gold chord. "Will he be Joining?" She nods her head towards Seamus.

"He likes to watch." I firmly respond.

She coyly Smiles. "That will cost extra."

"Very well." I reply. I turn to Seamus. "Pay the woman." His eyes flash, but he begrudgingly obliges.

"Very good." She licks and bites her lip at Seamus as she runs her hand loosely across his groin. He sharply inhales, his member coming to life. He twitches against his pants. "Enjoy." She Breathes into his ear before giving him a gentle squeeze. He does his Best to hold back a groan. She Smiles and escorts us into an empty Private Room. "Medonia and Setine will be joining you shortly." She exits closing the door gently behind her.

I hand Seamus a small bag of coins. "For your Service." I slyly explain.

He flushes in embarrassment, Accepting the satchel. "My QUEEN." He bows his head.

The door reopens, and two scantily clad Women walk in.