Offspring With Queen Mother

The maid bowed and walked out the door. The queen dipped her quill into the inkwell and continued writing.

“Tomorrow I plan to embark on a horseback ride. Would you care to join me, Darian?”

Darian hesitated, “I fear that the king would not approve of me taking leisurely horse rides instead of attending to my duties.”

Nymira flashed a reassuring smile, “Leave that to me. I will speak to the king about it. Besides, I require assistance in calming down the horses. As you know, it is mating season, and our prized stallion seems to have forgotten that his own mother is in the stable. We should avoid them breeding.”

Darian felt a sense of excitement bubbling up inside him at the thought of accompanying his mother on a ride. “I will be honored to help you, my queen,” he replied, trying to hide his eagerness.

“That’s good. By the way, have you found a wife for yourself?” she asked.

Darian nodded, and as he did, he noticed a change in the queen’s usually stern countenance. Her gray eyes softened as she regarded him.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said, setting aside her quill and rising from her chair. “The king will be pleased.”

As she stood up, Darian placed a hand on her shoulder to help her up. His eyes trailed down her body, drawn to the curves that were accentuated by her attire. He couldn’t help but notice the warmth of her soft skin beneath his touch, and he was tempted to explore the curves of her body with his hand.

“What are you doing?” she asked, suspicion creeping into her voice as she took his hands and removed them from her waist.

“You know that I love you?” Darian took a deep breath.

Nymira’s face registered a mix of surprise and embarrassment. She wasn’t sure what to make of Darian’s sudden declaration of love. Was he playing some kind of game?

“Of course I know that, Darian,” she said. “But what you just did was completely inappropriate.”

As his hand reached out to caress her hair, he leaned in for a kiss. Their lips touched in a fiery embrace, and Darian savored the taste of her mouth, exploring every inch of it until she abruptly pushed him away. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“It was nothing more than an innocent kiss.”

“It didn’t feel that way,” Nymira shot back, her voice laced with disappointment and anger. She pulled away from his arms. “That’s enough. You better go. Braga!”

The bald guard burst into the chambers at her command.

“Yes, my queen,” he said, his eyes darting between Nymira and Darian.

“Take the prince out,” Nymira instructed. “He’s not feeling well today.” With that, she walked over to her youngest son’s bed.

Without a word, the warrior grabbed the prince’s arm and led him out of the chambers and into the dimly lit corridor.

“Stop touching me,” Darian seethed, yanking his arm away from Braga’s grasp.

“Do you know where your chambers are? Go back there,” Braga retorted, his voice firm and unyielding. Darian’s cheeks flushed with anger as he watched Braga walk away. He couldn’t believe the audacity of the warrior, treating him like a child. But deep down, Darian knew that he was partly to blame for the situation he now found himself in.