Jaliyah
After spending the rest of my day attending duties and actively avoiding Arman i just wanted to relax. Which is why i was currently soaking in my bath chambers alongside my new found friend Parisa.
She oddly enough was Arman's 5th wife and therefore his least favored. She however didn't care, which is why we had become good friends. She was honestly the only one of his wives that wasn't in love with him and therefore didn't hate me
"he really did that? I cant believe he would do such a thing?"
I nodded taking a gulp of my wine. I invited Parisa here to keep me company and gossip about Arman as we often did.
I was recounting for her the reason i was furious at Arman. Yesterday morning we had a extremely important war meeting about Egypt's forces that were planning to move against us. Arman as my husband and king was supposed to be at the meeting
Instead we all waited nearly 2 hours for him not to show and with no servant able to find him anywhere, we finally decided to began without him. Then when he finally did show up, he stumbled inside reeking of booze and sex. His clothing was disheveled and he could barely stand much less speak
I was so incredibly embarrassed. Why would he even bother showing up looking like that. I didn't give a shit who he was fucking i only cared that he embarrassed me and showed me how little he cared about my country. That meeting was imperative, we were discussing the best way to succeed against Egypt. As a warrior himself, his input would have been welcomed. His empire was well known for conquering nations. But he didn't come and for what? To wet his dick? He could do that anytime
I scoffed angry all over again at the mere memory, but i quickly downed the rest of my wine and poured some more. With the rich wine flowing through my veins and the warm water sloshing across my bare skin i was more relaxed than i felt in a long while
I recalled getting drunk and partying back in modern times with Jenni. I would be decked out in designers looking good as hell. All the men would stare and drool, but not touch never touch. Devon was well respected everywhere and he would get pissed when anyone tried to speak must less dance with me.
Damn those were good times
I missed Devon and i missed Jenni too, well i missed who she used to be. Maybe i should throw a party and actually dance and have fun this time.
Tears wet my eyes thinking of Devon, then i snatched those thoughts away immediately. I had shed more than enough tears for my past
"His behavior has always been more than exemplary" Parisa said confusion written on her pale face
she was paler than the other wives. i thought that odd but i knew all races came in different shades
"Well he wasn't this time" i said drinking again. She picked up her cup and did the same
"Perhaps something happened to make him angry or distressed" she reasoned
I shook my head. she may not love him but she respected him as her country's ruler. She would never believe that he was anything but a pillar of propriety and decorum. But she was right. I recalled the night before the meeting
Arman had laid in bed beside me that night after the meeting and tried to touch me. I pushed him away and told him to leave me alone. He refused to listen, acting as if he didn't embarrass me so i snapped at him. telling him he was a worthless king and my people deserved better. Harsh, but i didn't care. He truly wanted this to be more than an arranged marriage, but he was doing a piss poor job of proving that, besides the simple fact that it wasn't what i wanted
I had already been hurt once from the only man i allowed myself to be in love with. i wouldn't allow it to happen again
"He was distressed. i had yelled at him the night before but that does not excuse his actions. He is a king now, not a boy whom has the luxury of dismissing his responsibilities to sulk like a child"
"I agree that was-"
Suddenly a commotion sounded outside the doors before they were flung wide open and the person stormed in
I thought it would be Arman coming to confront me once again but i was shocked to see it was Roksana. She looked unlike herself. Her hair was a mess. Her dress was slightly wrinkled and her face held remnants of dried tears
"YOU!" she roared
Paris looked terrified as i calmly sat down my cup and rose to my feet; stepping out of the water. The water poured down and away from my nude body as i did. Soaked and wet i ignored my nudity and stalked closer to her
My guards rushed into the room behind Roksana ready to remove her, i held up my hand halting them. They looked at me surprised, then away noticing my bare body on display
Roksana had been trying my nerves she she arrived, now it was finally time to show her I was not the one she wanted to fuck with
"How dare you barge into my private bath chambers!" i spat
"How dare you! Arman is mine! he will always be mine. First wife or not. I will not let you keep him away from me!!"
I guffawed so loud the walls echoed; mimicking me
"Roksana! you cannot speak to the first wife that way!" I heard Parisa's timid voice say in alarm, from behind me
"SHUT UP!" she barked at her "She may be his first wife but i was his first love"
My fury rose at her yelling at Parisa like that. I stepped closer to her watching how her confident anger morphed into fear that she tried to hide
"Bravo! you fucked him first. what do you want? A parade?. You think I'm keeping him from you? Wrong! I Don't even want him."
"LIAR!"
"Ask him yourself why he doesn't want you anymore. maybe its because he spends all his time sniffing behind me like a puppy. Or" i said moving even closer "maybe if you spent more time finding out how to better please him and less time being a hateful bitch, you would have him already. I honestly don't give a fuck either way. But if you disrespect me again? i will end you" I sneered
"You cant touch me. i am a princess and Arman's wife. My family is the wealthiest under royalty"
"Yes, back in Persia but here, i am Queen! and this is my country. Don't you forget that. now get your pathetic ass out of my chambers or i will have you forcibly removed!"
"How dare you!" She shrieked indignantly
SLAP!
O no this bitch didn't. Shocked gasps rang out at her audacity. My cheek stung but my rage dulled the pain
My hand shook with anger
POW!
I punched her in her mouth hard. She dropped. Blood leaking from her split lip
"Bitch you must have lost your damn mind!" I growled
All Queen mannerisms and decorum fled with my fury. Back home i would have stomped a bitch out for the offense. She's lucky she still breathing
A wailing cry erupted from her mouth as she clutched her face dramatically crying, as if she didn't barge in here disrespect and put hands on me first
A moment later Arman rushed inside looking frantic. He took in the scene of Roksana on the ground holding her face and weeping with me standing over her furious
It was then i understood her game
He gave me a scathing look then picked Roksana off the ground. Instantly she threw her weak thin arms over him and sobbed pitifully into his neck
I smiled at her antics. she was really milking it. more power to her though if that was how she would get Arman to finally notice her.
"What happened here?!" he demanded
"S..she hit me Arman. she's a savage!. i hate it here!" she cried. he touched her already bruising face tenderly
Watching them together i realized he may actually love her more than he was willing to admit. His gaze found me and for the first time since i met him a look of reproach and anger crossed his face
"Is this true did you hit her?" He asked his face full of accusation
I said nothing. Did he expect me to grovel and beg forgiveness or something? Apologize to the spoiled manipulative bitch he married and brought here? Did he actually think i gave a fuck about his disappointed face or any of it?
Hell no i did not. I only gave a fuck about two things my prized possession and my empire and that was the only reason he and the bitch were even here. Out of necessity . Period.
he stared me down waiting for an explanation that wouldn't come
Behind me I heard water ripple and I knew Parisa was coming. She stood beside me clutching a drying cloth. I however refused to cover myself i wasn't ashamed and could give a damn about propriety in the moment. The bitch in his arms sure didn't, when she barged in here.
Parisa moved to speak but i silenced her with a tight hand on her arm. She looked at me confusion on her face. I wouldn't answer his question. His face said everything he already believed.
I didn't care either way. Maybe he would take up residence in her bed instead of harassing me in mine. with luck he would even forget the contract and I wouldn't have to birth any of his babies
"Come Parisa lets leave the lovebirds alone" i smirked as i left out the chambers still naked as the day i was born. Nude ass on display and all i switched out of there; my guards following as i left him standing there staring after my impressive backside...............
You can take the girl out the ghetto .....am i right? LOL
So much drama happening in Jaliyah's kingdom all while warring with two nations
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