Months had flown by, the passage of time evident in Maya's enlarged belly as her due date approached. The Queen's once graceful movements were now hindered by the weight she carried, causing her a great deal of anxiety. Excitement and nervousness intertwined in the hearts of the Royal couple as they anticipated the imminent arrival of their child.Devon rarely strayed from Maya's side, his devotion evident in his tireless efforts to care for her and ensure her comfort. Despite the challenges they faced, he personally attended to her every need, a pillar of strength and support. Maya cherished his presence, grateful to have such a compassionate and attentive man by her side.One morning, as Maya walked around the king's chambers, her growing belly making each step a bit more cumbersome, she confided in Dexter. "The doctor said I'll be due any minute now. I feel so heavy," she moaned, her voice tinged with both exhaustion and anticipation. Rising from the bed, Dexter joined her, his han
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She walked down the makeshift aisle, her hands at her side, her face covered in dried blood and dirt, her clothes torn and dirty, her hair in disarray. The salty, coppery taste in her mouth reminded her of the abuse she has endured earlier this morning and her jaws ached from where she had been hit. But there was a glow in her eyes and she held her head high, her steps regal... Just like the princess she was expected to be.The air was filled with smoke and roaring blaze of fire rang in her ears, reminding her of the destruction that had befallen her kingdom this morning, her body shaking, she tried to appear calm and collected while her heart pounded in her chest.People stared at her as she walked down the aisle, gasps and murmurs filled the air. While some watched her with awe, others did with hatred and disgust. She couldn't care less. They weren't her concern. Instead her eyes were settled on the exquisitely dressed man at the end of the aisle, a gentle smile on his face. Dexter
Maya stood, watching as the maids in her room made a fuss, hurrying to get her ready for the night with the King. Feeling bombarded by their presence, coupled with the incidents that happened earlier today, It was hard for her to relax and enjoy the royal treatment that she was getting."Your highness, it's time for your bath." One of them called to her. She pursed her lips, nodding. Her hands reached for her petticoat and she froze, hesitating."Can't I do this alone? I don't need this much people." She asked, feeling a little self conscious.Almost immediately, they shook their heads. "I'm afraid we can't, Your majesty. The King himself instructed us to get you ready." They replied her.Maya swallowed then. It's an order from the King. There's no way they could go against it. Reluctantly, she pulled out from the dress she wore, getting into the scented bath they had prepared for her, her heart pounding.They began to bath her, washing her hair and massaging her body with experienced
( Five years before.) Maya stood in front of her dressing mirror, comb in hand as she arranged her hair, a small smile plastered on her face while humming a tune to herself. The sun was high in the sky and she could hear the birds singing on the trees, tree branches swaying in the gentle breeze. A perfect day to go on a walk and pick herbs, her favorite thing to do. Braiding her hair neatly behind her head, she let a few tendrils run free. Fixing a bow on it, she let out a sigh of satisfaction, pleased with herself. A knock came on the door it creaked open, with a middle age woman peeking her head in. Her eyes found Maya and her face lit up in a smile. " I see you're getting ready for your walk, my princess." She said as she walked in. Maya turned to her, her smile growing wider. "You should have called on me, I would have helped you get ready." She said as she helped to brush off the wrinkles that has appeared on her dress. "I'm no longer a child, Nanny Naomi. I'm
He's alive. Barely, but alive. Maya let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. With a racing heart, she spent the next few minutes, trying to revive him, using the herbs she had gathered. Luckily, she knew a few things to do. Spending her younger days watching her mother as she treated people in the local hospital where she worked after she was kicked out of the palace had taught her how to treat wounds. And this person had a lot of them, although most of it had stopped bleeding. She tore his clothes and gasped, her face white with horror when we saw the stab wound in his stomach. She checked his pulse again, her heart racing. It was so slow and still so faint. Her mind reeled, her hands shaking. She took deep breaths to calm herself, pressing her lips together in determination. Maya scooped water out of the river and poured it into his mouth, forcing him to drink. Then placed him in a comfortable position, giving him air. He coughed a bit, blood and water
Back at the palace and the entire kingdom, the news going round was about the death of the prince of Madonia. It went like this, ' The prince couldn't arrive to the palace because he was involved in a ghastly carriage accident. Everyone, including the prince died.' it left everyone in a state a mourning for loosing a royalty so close to their borders. But in the villa where Maya and her nanny lived, they were pretty oblivious about what was going on. Instead, they were busy trying to treat their injured stranger so he recover his full strength. Maya and Nanny Naomi took turns feeding him, applying balms to his wounds and changing his bandages. His breathing was a lot steadier now and he looked more relaxed than when he first arrived. They also cleaned out the room he stayed in as it had been unused for years, opening the windows during the day so fresh air could come in and closing it at night. During those days, Maya had enough time to admire his looks and physique. She
Dexter's heart pounded in his chest as he ran through the forest, tripping over tree roots and getting his clothes slashed by sharp tree branches. Dexter didn't know how long he'd been running but he knew one thing, his chasers wouldn't stop until they've killed him. Every time he stumbled and fell to the ground, he picked himself and continued running. He couldn't afford to rest for his chasers weren't far behind. Something whizzed past him, slamming into the tree in front of him. He saw it was arrow and ducked his head, the moon overhead illuminating his path but also making it possible for his chasers to see him. An agonizing pain tore through him and he bit the inside of his lips to stop himself from screaming out loud but a muffled groan still escaped his lips. He slowed down, gripping his abdomen, the telltale wetness reminding of what he already knew. He'd begun to bleed out. He needed to stop running or dizziness would find him first before his chasers did. T