Dear husband

Queen Monica didn't really know how to convince her husband..king Philip...from the most delightful... passionate and breath taking view...or should I say show?...rather...love .. emotion.. passion...she'd seen...she was sure her husband would never look at her that way.

The Coachman halted on arriving the palace .The gates where flushed close immediately...no visitors were allowed in...it looked like the guards had waited decades for her arrival...with the looks on their faces as they seemed to had been anticipating...why had she stayed so long outside?....and outside the gates without no bodyguard?..not like she couldn't take care of herself...they were well aware that she was a deity...a blood sucking deity and might not need any bodyguard at all since she could manage herself and since deities were so rare and were mostly blue blood...but it couldn't stop them from worrying...for the first time the lady had entered the palace without any ranting...and although one should be happy about it since everyone stayed put and there was little or no tension...they looked surprised...as if their queen has been kidnapped and replaced

"what?!"...a thunder struck.....everyone seemed to have jumped out of their skin with the sudden sound that flooded the atmosphere....wait! what?...oh!! it was just queen Monica shouting now.....

It took queen Monica seconds to realize the place was a graveyard...she could feel hollow eyes wash her skin off her bones....she noticed that they glared with anticipation...most be wondering why she hasn't uttered a word even while she already stood out the carriage and the Coachman had gone off.....her hands held on to her gown... holding it upward to avoid any crashing...she could still feel the chill in her body...the burning desire...the craving to be touched...yes when she did touch herself she only made it arouse but a part of her knew it would be better to be touched by a husband...a lover than to pleasure yourself

Finally...the guards and maids thought... anticipating for orders after that unusual scream and hoping to hear curses from the lady but non came.... they'd seen the look on her face as if smitten...but how? why? what happened while they where away? was that the lady?.....queen Monica could see they weren't satisfied...she opened her mouth but her voice was gone...she immediately hurried into the castle to avoid the eyes...as if trying to escape from the diviner ...or maybe a myth...

Entering the hallway...with absolutely no company as her new weird behavior...her coldness seemed to have scared everyone even more than her usual tyrant self..she headed straight in search of her husband the first time

"Philip!... Philip!..."she called out trying to be as calm as she could be...she mounted the rusty steps making creek sounds like they'd break...but she was used to it...here everything was metal.... making different types of annoying sounds as ever but it was now a part of her that at times one would feel they were melodious...at least bugland was blessed with metal Melody...

She immediately found her husband in their room... standing close to the mirror with a parchment in his hands as he seemed to run his eyes over it

"dear husband" she called to him taking a halt...she leaned against the door after shutting it behind her and offering him the cutest smile she could find.... Philip wasn't sure he head right....if he wasn't wrong that was certainly Monica's voice....he shook his head and snapped himself out of his so called hallucination and cursed why he'd even imagine that from her.

"well aren't you going to answer me?" Monica's voice taunted as her brows creased ...she tried to remain as calm as ever while struggling to define the word calm...instead Philip pinched his forehead and cursed in his thoughts again

'f**k that bitch...why is she in my thoughts all of a sudden?' was what he'd said in his mind.... Monica.. getting quit frustrated walked up to him... making him realize she wasn't a ghost or rather in his imagination. she pulled him and forced him to look at her

" why wouldn't you respond?" she was saying... obviously trying to manage her temper and Philip could clearly see her struggling...

" you..." was all he could say in disbelief... wondering why she could ever imagine being nice. .wait ! what?...she was trying to be nice?

" who are you..?" was what came out of Philip's mouth next ...his brows creased as he stared at her in anticipation... Monica on the other hand felt insulted...' what the hell?..his got guts asking me who I am...! does he want to die?. ' was what she was thinking...she pinched her forehead in frustration...this man!..he was driving her insane...why can't he just read her mind....most I tell him everything... doesn't he feel things? ....why isn't he reading...' use your powers gad damn it ' she continued cursing

" what did you do to the lady?" Philip continued....the expression on his face unchanged..it broke her out of her galloping thoughts as she raised her eyes to look up at him

" it's f**king me as*h*le...no one did anything to me..." she cursed...this time out loud screaming in his face causing the man to move backwards only to collide with the mirror... although his impulse wasn't out of fear but rather irritation...he was sure this was the same queen after those cursing

" good!" he said and moved away feeling quite relaxed and satisfied he'd woken her up back to her reality.... Monica knew she'd spoilt everything...but she was burning... burning in both rage and desire that she was thinking of actually forcing him...but deep down she knew she wanted it natural and for the first time she wished she was an ideal wife to this man.