Conquering the Queen - Part 8

“Speak,” Casimir growled. “I don’t like being denied answers.”

You turned onto your side. “I…” You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that you were pregnant. You were too scared to lose it all. What if he never came back to your room, since your duties would be done? What if he never stroked your hair like that again, never spoke to you of books and legends, debated the greatest works of Shakespeare? 

You didn’t face him, but you were surprised to feel him come up beside you and wrap an arm around your waist.

“My sweet,” he murmured into your ear, stroking your hair. “I sincerely hope you are not upset. Are my jokes too crass for you? You know I know how much you enjoy the library and your freedom.” He brushed his hand along your stomach. “Although I still consider you mine. My queen.”

“No, it’s not that,” you said hastily. “It’s just that… I haven’t been feeling well.”

This sent Casimir into overdrive. His queen, sick? No, he couldn’t bear the thought of you suffering. He immediately sat up and cradled you in his large, brawny hands. “My queen,” he said, softly. “Tell me what is wrong and I will do anything I can to make it better.”

Your heart squeezed at this. And then, you couldn’t help it. You didn’t think you were prone to crying like this. Perhaps it was the pregnancy already making you emotional. Your eyes began to water, and you started to cry.

“What’s wrong?” Casimir entreated. He embraced you, held you close to his warm, hard chest.

“I… I don’t want you to leave my side,” you finally managed through the torrent of tears.

“Leave your side?” He sounded almost outraged as he repeated the words back to you. He shook his head vigorously. “I’ll be damned if I ever leave your side. Haven’t I been following you everywhere these past few days to fuck you all over this castle?”

“Because that is our duty,” you replied. 

“Because I want you,” he corrected, grabbing your face in between his hands and kissing you. “I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”

“I am with your child,” you finally whispered after he pulled away. 

At this, his eyes widened. “My child?”

You nodded, and realization dawn upon him. He looked utterly taken aback, so much that you almost had to laugh. “At the rate we’ve been going, what did you think would happen?” you asked him.

In the next moment, you were on your back with him pinning you down. He was positively beaming. The look of elation suited his handsome features very, very well. 

“You’re carrying our child,” he said again. “And you withheld this from me for this long?”

You bit your lip. “I merely thought—“

“That I’d be done with you after you bore our child?” He started nipping at the side of your neck. “Oh my sweet. How you don’t know. I knew at first sight that you were my queen. That you’d be mine to conquer, and I yours.” He leaned in towards your ear. “And I will only stop fucking you after you’ve given me not just one heir, but dozens of them, you hear me?”