Chapter 10 My wedding!

The next few hours were a blur. The women in the castle bathed me and dressed me in a white dress. I was escorted to the chappal. I was surrounded by five female servants. There were guards around them with four guards on horseback in front leading and in back following us up. The towns folk gathered to watch the procession. They cheered and waved like it was a carnival come to town.

That is exactly how I felt as well. I felt like a side show freak. The man I loved died on the same day I was being forced to marry his father. I did not even know the mans name. I did know that the two of them could have been twins. But the father was evil.

What was to become of me? Being married to a phoenix gave wealth and prestige to whomever I choose. But I was tricked! I even knew how it happened. When I was forced to start the test at the fathers castle, it did not complete until I chose to finish it. I started the trial with the wrong man! Therefore, he was able to steal the youth of my true love and trap me.

I should have ended him, when I thought I had proved myself. That demon knew how to manipulate me. He did his job well. Now I will be stuck in a loveless marriage. But for me, what is one lifetime. Who is to say I will give him any children. I will have one baby. The baby will not be his. It will be Dylan's. But the tyrant will never know. When the boy is grown, I will have my rebirth. The old man will die! God will take my revenge then. He will try to have more children. But he will not succeed. Let us see how he will deal with that.

As we entered into the chappal I turned my brain off. I only had two words to say to end his life. Two words would seal his fate, and not my own. I had a way out. When the preacher asked if I took this man, I could not help but laugh at my own joke. I giggled out "I do." The imposter looked at me grinning. I know the next few years will be rough. But it will be more torture for him than it ever will for me.

The imposter grabbed me around the waist and forced a slobbery hard kiss on me to seal our vow's. I resigned myself to this. So, I kissed him back with the pleasure and knowledge of what was to happen next.

When we separated the people in the chappal cheered. My new husband took my hand and almost at a run drug me down the aisle. I kept up and acted excited. When we got to the awaiting coach, he flipped me around in front of him, picked me up and lifted me into the coach. He came right up afterwards, and sat down next to me.

We waved at the crowd as the carriage was driven back up the road back to the castle. When we were away from the crowd he leaned into me, "you got over your lover awfully quick. You may not enjoy my company princess. But I am and will enjoy yours, or at least that body of yours." I laughed out loudly, "Just because we are married you think you are safe. God deemed I could not kill my lovers. But to quote a famous story I once heard, you would be amazed what you can live through."

He leaned back in his seat smirking at me. "You are mine now. You might as well get used to it." I smiled my prettiest smile, "I am your wife now. I am used to it. I think it is you who should get used to me." He grabbed me, forcing me down on the bench. "What is my name?" I looked up at him, not fighting him in the slightest. "Why would your name matter to me?" He grimaced at me, "I am your husband. I will have your respect!"

"Respect is earned, and not by killing your son/my lover in front of me." He jerked back, "My son was named after me. I loved him very much. My name is Dylan as well. Hear me now, wife! I loved my son and his mother. It was not my choice they were taken away. I will enjoy your body. But I want what is inside as well. I will work to earn it. I am sorry for your lose as well as mine. But it was the only way to get my youth back and to have a chance with the phoenix re-resin. Marbas, instructed me on how to win my chance. Asmodeus, cleared the way. Asmodeus, will claim you one day as well. I sold my soul for this chance. Try cutting me a little slack."

I was more appalled than ever. "I will be a good queen and wife. But I can not promise you more than that. Now we have a life to live. I wish to get it started." King Dylan leaned over me again, "Let us just see how things will go. Maybe I will win you over." He leaned in and kissed me again. This time it was not slobbery. But it would never feel the same as his son's. I think I will keep that to myself. I have forever, this Creighton, only has twenty to fifty years left.

When we got back to the castle he waisted no time in taking me up to our chambers. He was quick to undress me and do his duty. He was thorough with everything he did. I could only lose myself in the fact of how much he looked and sounded like my Dylan. I could not enjoy. But I did lose myself in the act.

My husband laid next to me looking very satiated. He was sleeping like nothing bad had ever existed. He knew what he was doing. I did have to give him that. But I would never enjoy like I did before.

The servants had brought up a bath to the room and filled it with steaming hot water, before we came in. The water was now cold. I had bruises all over and his seed trickling down my legs. I climbed into the tub and heated it from my fire within. Before long I had it at a rolling boil.

The hot water helped relieve all my aches, and cramps. My bruises were disappearing in the healing heat of the water. I let my hair down and let the water wash over my head. When I came back up again I could feel eyes on me. I choose to ignore him. Let him watch.

I combed out my hair with my fingers and began putting some soap on my head. As I began to scrub an extra pair of hands appeared scrubbing my head. I pulled my legs up and hugged my knees as he massaged my scalp. He picked up a comb and combed the soap through to the ends of my hair. When he said he was done I dunked my head under the water again and rinsed out all the soap.

I had let the heat temper out of the water. It was merely scolding hot when he climbed into the tub with me. I seriously thought about boiling him to death, but thought better of it. Technically I gave my word I would never do such a thing. I wonder if I will always be so hostel towards this villain. I will have to forgive and forget at some point in time. But I am not so sure I will ever forget.

He beckoned me to come over to him. I am not shy, but I kept myself below the water level. I did come over to him. He wrapped his arms around me, as he pulled me close to him. I turned my back, and forced myself to relax into him. He laid his chin in the crook of my neck and shoulder.

After we had been relaxed like this for a little time he began talking in a nice yet rambling sort of way. "I want you to know I am enjoying our time together very much. Again, I am sorry for the price that had to be paid." ….."I need you to know a few things about me." I stayed quiet. He continued, "I am a very old man, as you know. My true age is around eighty years old. In that time, I have learned to become a very jealous man. At times, I know that that jealousy can cause me to be violent, and down right mean." ….."I want you to know I will do my best not to be harsh with you. But in order for me to rein in my jealously I am afraid I must ask you to follow some simple but harsh rules." ….."I expect you to stay in this castle at all times unless you are out and about with me." ….."Your attention should always be mine and no one else's when we are out and about." ….."No other men can have you while I am alive." ….."If any other man touches you besides me, I will kill him."….."You must never leave my side." ….."Whenever I call for you, you should always be willing and ready."….."No matter what you are doing! I do not care if your are breast feeding our babies, you will come to me eagerly." ….."If you follow all my rules, I will make sure you live a long and happy life with me. I know there may be more rules to follow later." ….."I nearly forgot one, I do not care how we talk in private. In front of anyone else, you must never say no to me or question my authority."

At that he yanked my hair back forcing me to look up at him as he planted a harsh kiss on my lips. He started trailing the kisses down as his hands revenged my body again. I was going to be covered with bruises from head to toe. He was being so harsh. When he bit my neck drawing a small drop of blood I lost it.

I showed exactly what I thought of his rules for me. I flipped around and crooked my hand around his neck. I yanked him forward hard! He face planted the side of the tub. I grabbed both his hands and pulled back as I put my foot against the back of his neck and pushed down till I heard him choke for air. "I may be your wife, I may let you have my body, but I will not allow you to hurt me. I am bruised and battered enough for one day. I SAID VOW'S WITH YOU! That being said know now I do not break a vow lightly. I will follow your rules as best as I can. But if you ever hurt me again, I will boil you alive, cut off your manhood, and display the body for all to see. I will be honored and respected. If you ever trifle on me, you and only you will meet that same fate. Am I understood! Those are my rules for you."

When I let him go he turned around to me. He had a long bruise starting on his forehead. It went from one side to the other. He looked me up and down, with a ravenous look on his face. Before anything else could be said, he pounced on me. He had his way right then and there. He was gentler, and I dare say more loving. I think asserting myself to him might have just saved me from further beatings. I hope!