The Queen Wicked Deeds

"I don't remember letting you sit next to me, Young Master?"

Beth was taking her breakfast at the school cafeteria, a couple of pancakes, with some cappuccino and some fresh fruit. Even more, she had a bit of juice on one side, and a small fruit tart present of Henry.​​

She didn't say thanks nor didn't she refuse the valuable gift, even though, she was waiting for her friends to come to her every day. However, a young man with bright emerald eyes had sent a message to the forum, one that Beth was not allowed entry, saying that they were not allowed to get close to Beth. Not even for five small steps.

He was trying to isolate her, and he was doing it amazingly. No boys and girls dared to come closer to her. They will call her the bride of Henry, or his wife. Beth didn't mind the nicknames, but she was not happy at all.

"I didn't ask for permission," he said as he was cutting the pancakes on her plate to feed her personally. It was always his duty as his husband to feed his wife, or so he was told by his grandpa. "Open mouth."

She did it without shame. "I want some cappuccino," she licked her lips and Henry was suddenly hypnotized.

"Okay," he said and asked for a cup with more foam in it. "Eat everything first."

"…" she didn't like when he reminded her of that, it was evident that she will finish everything very soon.

The bullying continued for a week, then for a month. Henry won't let anyone near her. Not even an inch.

She will find a seat near the other students, they moved back while Henry took the seat on her side. She will try to move away to another seat, but he will clasp her hand with his and not let go.

"Let go," she struggled, "Stop it, Master Mills!"

"No," he smiled and ċȧrėssed her hand with his fingers sending shivers to her back. "My name is Henry… say it or I won't let you go."

"You…" she blushed hard. That was the first time he asked her to say his name. "He… Henry… let go."

He didn't but locked her fingers with his.

When it was time to take the classes, and for her to fall asleep as usual. He will carry her to the infirmary to let her sleep in one of the beds. Then the teacher will scold her and give her more homework for the lack of sleep resistance.

"I hate you!" she shouted at Henry when he passed by the school library.

The teachers knew about her genius status and so, they were asked to give her more tasks and more difficult problems to solve. If she were not forced to attend that high school, she would be already in college doing crazy experiments in the laboratories. It was all Henry's fault for making that grandpa of his asks her grandpa to send her to school. It was no fun at all.

"It looks like you have a lot to do," Henry took the seat in front of her. His ŀȧptop was on. "You should start doing it."

"Why are you here?"

"Can't I be here?"

"That place is already occupied," she said signaling to the things and books on the desk.

"By whom?" Henry narrowed his eyes. He had already sent a message to anyone daring to approach her.

"By me," John, the first friend of Beth and the only one from her past friends that came with her, was standing by the side with a raised brow. "Can you please move?"

He raised a brow and smirked at the frown on the forehead of Henry. The sight was so funny for him, it was as if he was looking at a jealous husband teasing his wife until he found his rival. However, he didn't have to fret because he will never be in the competition for Beth's romantic attention.

"Let's go," Henry closed his ŀȧptop and moved to Beth's side. He started taking her things too.

She frowned and if not for the teacher sending murderous gazes at her, she would be fighting to the death with Henry. "Stop it…" she whispered, but then she was lifted like a sac and shoved out of the library.

"I have things to do, you don't have any right!"

"I have all the rights!"

"What are you talking about?" she stopped struggling and took out her cellphone to take pictures of his buŧŧ. Then she will have a chance to sell them at a high price in the school forum. Just the thought made her change her eyes in dollar signs.

Henry smirked and took her into an empty classroom. "You don't know that we are engaged? Didn't you old man tell you?"

"He did tell me, but he also told me that I have the final choice…" she smirked and raised a brow, "So… forget it…"

Her words were like an arrow puffing the bubble in the heart of Henry. He wanted for her to say that she will marry him and then live forever together and happy. Though he will have to build her a big castle to retain her and stopping from conquering the world with her shameless manners. That was his mission after all.

"You are not allowed to reject me," he said and leaned near her head, "you are my…"

"I am not your servant anymore, nor do I need to pay you any life-saving debt."

She frowned and pushed him from her. Her eyes didn't seem normal, there was no easy-going mischievousness, but a little sadness.

He knew that she was remembering her parents, the Smith Couple. He also knew that she might know that he was the one pressuring them to make her sign those papers back then. She must hate him, he thought.

"Don't care, you are not allowed to deny me."

"I can, and I will, then I will go and marry another…" she pushed him back and moved towards the door. However, before she could escape, he took her hand.

"I am sorry, Beth," he whispered. "I wanted to come back early, I am sorry."

She didn't turn back and went away.

*** *** ***

The next few days, they didn't talk. However, Henry held her hand every day to each classroom, to the cafeteria, to the library, even to her house. He was declaring his possession of her.

"Can you stop now?" Beth pinched his hand, "Grandpa won't like this."

She knew that even if the two old men had declared their engagement, though it was not public, her grandpa was easily jealous.

"I don't care," Henry hugged her tightly. "I will steal you from him if he dares to take you away."

"You…" she whispered. "I don't understand you."

"I too… don't understand me… sigh… how could I fall for someone like you?"

She escaped.

That rest of that day she looked everywhere in the Mansion for her white big and fluffy dog. He was playing hide-and-seek, and it was her time to find him.

"Where are you? Fluffy and cute angel? Adorable and almost perfect creature of the world?"

Gandalf snored underneath her bed. He will always hide in the most obvious spots, but she will try to find him in the most amazing places before she grows tired and goes to sleep. However, this time, she seemed to be in great spirits and looked for him for hours.

"Gandalf, my friend, my comrade, I need your fluffiness with me."

That was a desperate call, however, he didn't have the energy to go up.

"I bought cookies."

What the hell? She needs him, and he isn't some lazy bun that will leave his friend for a bit of sleep.

He came from beneath the bed and jumped to her bed.

"…"

She shared her love story with him. The moment he found her and fell in love, to the moment he found her again and fell in love again. The many sighs she gave out were a bit less than the number of cookies she ate.

"What should I do?"

Gandalf snorted. It was obvious what she will do in the near future. She had already punished the boy enough, it was time to claim her dominance and act shamelessly. Her silly smile was fascinating to see.

***

The next day at school, she was dragged to the back of the library and shamelessly kissed. The first kiss of her life was snatched by that boy of emerald eyes.

However, he didn't let him off that easily. The second, the third, and even the fourth first kisses were snatched by her.

"Silly girl," he smiled when he finally felt her heart matched with him.