Powerful men at that age ever live with just one wife. They get married to many and enjoy the pleasure that comes with it. The majority of Kings around the world have married more than one wife, and the women had to live that way. Women had never been treated the appropriate way right from the start. A woman has no say in the decisions of her husband, and should never go against his wishes especially if he happens to be in a high and respectable position.
Having many wives was like drinking water. Though deep down everyone knows no woman would like to share her husband except if the need be. And those needs were always related to when she can’t satisfy him in one way or the other, and it’s always hard to advise your husband to take another for any reason at all. Knowing that you now share your husband comes with anguish and hurt, and it’s always hard to bare. One way or the other, the pain would consume you.
Yet, what everyone was witnessing had to be their first. She might be right about her being human and too unfit to be queen for that reason, but her stating it out so proudly was shocking, and did she really just suggest he takes another wife? And she had said it out so damn boldly with no atom of hesitation or hurt. In fact, she looked very satisfied with her words like she wouldn’t have wanted it any better than that.
Just when Aragon thought he could handle her unexpected actions, she had left him helplessly staring up at her again with no words ready to leave his lips. His Burning eyes danced with wonder, and he couldn’t help but shake his head slightly in amazement.
"Your Majesty, What do you say about this beautiful suggestion?" Raziah added, arching a brow in question as she awaited his answer. That should be enough to make him understand that she didn’t want to be queen, and if he reads between the lines properly, then he could even divorce her right there, right now.
How fulfilling would that feel? She would run out of the room twirling around like the happiest person alive.
Aragon majestically stood up and faced her. Raziah knew she must have struck a nerve when his eyes grew hotter, and his aura blazed with unspoken words and unseen actions. The air around became even warmer, and warmer as he walked up to her. She looked up at his tall looming figure over her, together with his oozing heat pouring out of him with every breath.
"Dear Wife, You make such wonderful suggestions. What do you say I do both?" He wasn’t asking this time, and she knew it. The hall had grown so quiet she could hear her own heartbeat loud and clear, and she was aware he could hear it too. But that doesn’t mean she was gonna back down. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
"I’m so glad we could come to an amicable conclusion. Is there a priest around your Majesty? I think this gathering is huge enough and has many eyewitnesses for the wedding to hold right now. And you’re always prepared for anything, right?" Raziah drawled smoothly, enjoying every second of the moment. If he wasn’t so close to her, maybe she would have savored it more.
When he leaned so close till their breaths became one, Raziah had to mentally remind her feet over and over again not to even take one step back, or it would mean that she was backing away from him. He can try all he wants, but her soul was more than powerful enough to hold up, "Right, I always am. You will be my first wife, and Gwenore would take her place as Erandell’s queen, and my second partner." He stated, his eyes daring her to say another word.
"You can have all the women you want!" She replied with a slight shrug, emphasizing how much she didn’t care. Though she was extremely disappointed that he wasn’t angry at her. She wanted him to announce that she would no longer be his wife, and Gwenore would take over completely, but oooh, this husband...!
"And you can try all you want." He whispered this time even though he needn’t since everyone was already listening to them. He raised his right hand into the air and snapped his fingers, and at once, Gwenore was being escorted by her brother and aunt down toward the throne.
The Princess hadn’t been expecting this at all. They had been invited because the news had spread that King Aragon had finally gotten married. Gwenore already knew who it was, and she had stared at her swollen eyes in the mirror as the maids had helped her dress up for the event she was being dragged to by her father. Aragon was her dream man come to life, and she has been deeply in love with him for as long as she could remember. She had told her father about him, and Eleazar had laughed, saying it wasn’t that simple.
It wasn’t that simple... Huh?
It’s so bizarre how Raziah was able to pull it off so easily, and even more confusing was how fast everything was moving. No one had dared interrupt what looked like a clash of fire and ice, and King Aragon had communicated with the others with just that snap of his fingers, and without further delay, Gwenore was already standing right in front of them.
Aragon still hadn’t taken his eyes off Raziah, because none of them were willing to yield in first. Everyone watched them with heated interest and anticipation of what would happen next, while the priest who had also been present was also pulled out of the crowd and made to stand close to the couples. Raziah couldn’t remember what happened during her own wedding and when the priest had declared herself and Aragon husband and wife because she had been hungry the whole time and had her rapt attention on the food. But that wasn’t happening tonight. If she didn’t witness her own wedding, then she might as well make sure she sees this one through.
Without looking away from her, Aragon reached out and took Princess Gwenore’s hand. She moved according to his directions till she was now standing right beside him.
"Dear husband, do you mind?" Raziah questioned. Is he really supposed to be looking at her like that when he has a soon-to-be wife right next to him? Or should she say...soon to be queen?
"Begin the rites!" Aragon Declared loudly, and the priest commenced, "Yes, I do." He replied to Raziah’s question, and the priest’s.
The process was shorter than expected because the priest was dying to find refuge from the spiking warm waves of air that was constantly crashing over his face. Everyone had witnessed both Aragon and Gwenore agree to be each other’s, but that didn’t hold a strong meaning in the world they lived in, after all the man still held all the power.
"There you go, First wife, you got yourself an inhuman Queen."
Raziah’s eyes twinkled, "Nothing could have been more perfect, your Majesty. This is exactly what I wanted,"
"You got what you wanted, and I’m gonna make sure I get what I want too, Snow-white," He replied with a dangerously low tone as stepped even closer to her till their bodies were touching. It felt as if he wanted to walk inside of her completely, or even better, knock her down, "I know what you wanted, hazel." He continued without letting her breathe properly. It felt as if he was burning her soul with that gaze, but she still held her ground boldly, "I know you want to end our marriage, Wife!"
And Raziah almost broke the glass cup she was holding with her bare hands. How did he find out about that? Did she make it that obvious?! No way, she never told anyone about this, so how did he find out? Is it possible that he could read her mind? No, that’s impossible. If he could, she wouldn’t be standing here right now unhurt. If he knew what was going on in her mind, he would have probably ordered the guards to throw her into the dungeon and let her live there for the rest of her cursed life.
"And here’s one more thing I want you to get straight into your stubborn brain, Hazel," He suddenly bumped foreheads with her, his other hand around her neck to make sure that she wouldn’t be able to pull back. The act only made her want to scoff, did he think she was gonna run away from him? He thought so low of her even up till this point! But that didn’t mean she couldn’t feel his completely now. His darkness had enveloped her, and that was all she see at the moment. Those eyes of his weren’t playing, they were only consuming and raging absoluteness.
"I don’t know what you’re, but I plan to unravel every inch of you. I own every nook and crook of what you have, and I’ll make you understand that you will never belong to anyone else but me. You’re stuck with me forever darling... Body, heart, soul, and mind. Your cold is mine to explore, your body is mine to touch and tame, and your eyes are mine to feed upon. There’s no place to run for I’ll come with my hellfire and melt you to the ground. Those...are my sincerest marriage rites."
The air was literally vibrating around and between them, and she felt every word down to her toes. Raziah didn’t let her emotions show, but she was dying to touch her wristband right there... So instead, she ended up shattering the thick glass cup with the raw strength of her bare hands. The tensive silence was pierced through by the sound of the glass, and her responding confident voice.
"You want my body? It’s yours to tame. You want my heart and soul? I’m sorry Olive, but the closest you can get to them is if you rip it out of my chest. You want my mind? Dear Aragon, it will never be yours. If you really plan to unravel me with your hellfire, make sure you come at me with everything in your arsenal... Then maybe... One day... You might succeed in melting just the tip of the iceberg!"
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