Bouli could feel things happening. He knew something was amiss. What he did not know. Yet for her sake he would say nothing. He could not understand why the King just left her? She was so full of life and eager to please him. Yet Bouli felt as if King Sabre and General Abigor hated her. He could not understand.
"Queen Flori, how are you feeling this evening?" Her guard asked.
She had been staring out the window. Hoping to see him but he had not come to her. A small part felt him leave but she was not wise in the way of demons to understand her connection to the King was deeper than just her feelings.
"I am well enough Bouli. Tell me though..." She hesitated and looked over at him sadly, "does the King no longer love me? Was I only something to pass the time? A means to end his loneliness?"
What could he say?
He looked towards the two nursemaids who for some reason were absent.
Ana having felt the leaving of both her boys was headed to Zenethor. Lui had gone to check on the nursery preparations.
He walked over to her.
"Queen Flori. No, no...he gave you his child. This is something a demon can control. If he did not love you why would he have given you such a gift? The ceremony, you told me of it, why would he have done that if he didn't love you."
Why indeed! Bouli grew angrier with each passing day that the King ignored the elvish woman he bedded and called Queen.
Flori began to cry. At first they were soft tears which grew heavier. "I am nothing but a fool. Yes he freed me from my prison with Lord Hernon, only to enslave me in his own." Bouli wrapped his arms around her and slowly stroked her back, her hair, and soon his thumbs brushed her tears drops from her cheeks.
He realized he was doing the forbidden. Falling in love with the Queen.
"Please don't cry Queen Flori. Please, once your baby comes things will get better."
Flori looked up at him and their eyes met. It was a pull towards each other...
Standing in the cage of his arms, Flori felt the anticipation rush through her.
Bouli's head dipped toward Flori. His expression was predatory, dominating.
His lips brushed hers, soft but not in the least bit hesitant. His touch was skilled, deliberate, as he traced the outline of her lips with the tip of his tongue, small caresses, yet with each stroke a fire broke out and flared brighter, arousal coursed through her, Flori trembled with need.
With a moan of surrender, She returned his pressure, his kiss, his fire.
Then Bouli made a sound in the back of his throat, a cat sound like a growly purr. A sound of satisfaction, of lust, hunger, desire. It said he wanted her, needed her....she fed from it...drank it in...he tightened his hold as he broke his lips from hers.
"No Queen, not like this...I want you but not because I am second to him. I want you free of him. Or I will always doubt it." He didn't let go of her. Flori understood...and just closed her eyes and leaned into his embrace.