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Friday Flash Fiction #48

Amy C over at Romance Book Wyrm and Dottie over at Tink's Place
have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate - you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take. 




The Mistress
by Blodeuedd


There once was a little princess fair who lived in a bear. For lunch she ate ticks, they were good for a few licks. For dinner she liked cow since it was excellent chow. And when she went to bed at night she tickled her cat who lived in a hat.

 

Noami smiled as her twin girls laughed and asked for more. But she kissed them good night and told them to behave with their nanny tomorrow. She sat by their side until the fell asleep, then she sighed and left the room. Her heart was aching and falling apart piece by piece. She felt like everything she used to be was coming undone and most of all she just wanted to run screaming and naked into the woods. She loved her twin girls, of course she did. The game she played was dangerous, oh so dangerous. Long ago, not that long ago really, there had been a man and she had loved him dearly. But he had died leaving her pregnant and his brother’s mercy. A mistress was just to be used and abused. She did have a roof over her head, clothes for her children, food and they would be raised well, until that day when he grew tired of her.  So she meant to gamble for everything she held dear.

 

Johann, king of Rargyll, was only pleased when she suddenly joined him at the battle field. She kissed him and told him she had missed him and he believed all her pretty little lies. The next day the camp was eerie and she went to stand at the hill looking down at the field below. This was when the gamble would pay off or fail miserably. She had been feeding information to a spy from the enemy camp and with that information she hoped the king would lose and hopefully loose his head.

 

As the hour grew late she returned to his tent and waited. When she heard someone come close she fell to her knee, her heart in her throat.

“So the King Johann has a little woman in camp,” a dark voice said. “Are you also the informant?”

She dared not look up and answered yes.

“What do you want then?”

She took a deep breath. “ My freedom, and,” come on now! “Money so that my girls never have to beg for anything.”

The dark voice laughed and she feared her gamble had failed. Why would he not just keep her and she would be used like before. She knew she was beautiful, it was a curse.

 

The man whispered something to another man and then came down next to her and took her face in his hands. She could smell the blood on them as she slowly opened them.

“You are beautiful. I would have enjoyed you, but…”

She looked to the left where a man in a dark robe stood. Magician?

“I will take good care of your daughters, I am not a monster.”

“Thank you,” she whispered confused. Would he keep her? That was not the plan.

“But you my sweet, you carry his child.” He kissed her mouth and she never felt anything when he pierced her heart.


 
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Oh crap! I honestly meant for her true love to still be alive and for him to take his kingdom back but then my evil self struck and wanted mayhem
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