Your Majesty, I Want You

Chapter 7: Aran and Enoch (1)

But their engagement did not last long. A year after their marriage agreement, the Grand National Party revolted. Enoch Roark’s mother and father were found guilty and executed immediately. Enoch’s life was saved by Aran’s innocent cries and pleading, her arms wrapped around him. Though he was demoted as a common folk thereafter, he did not become a slave. Meanwhile, Aran refused to eat her food for three days straight, causing the king to become nervous. He quickly placed Enoch inside the royal palace for fear that his precious daughter may do something tragic.

Although no longer her fiancé, Aran took care of Enoch gently. There were times she intoxicated herself in the thought that she was the only one who could help the man she was infatuated with and content that her lover was safe despite his tragic fate. There were times she saw Enoch weeping in tears and she did nothing but wrap her arms around him like the time she pleaded for his life.

Unfortunately, her happiness ended as quickly as her marriage agreement. Her most reliable ally, her parents, met a tragic accident during their journey. The emperor died instantly and the empress became crippled and confined to bed.

The crown prince ascended the throne and immediately enlisted Enoch in the army, kicking him out of the royal palace. Aran desperately opposed the idea, but her brother, Ourabi, was not her father. Ourabi noticed Aran’s beauty and femininity. He planned to sell her to the wealthy Marquis Maxwell. The Marquis was an old man fifty years older than Aran.

The newly ascended emperor, Ourabi, pushed for the wedding of Aran and Marquis days after his ascension.

On the day of their wedding, Enoch, who infiltrated the royal palace in advance, made his appearance. The imperial family and their loyal subjects were beheaded by his soldier. Aranrhod Linister was the only surviving royal blood.

Enoch spoke in a carefree tone as he looked up at his ex-fiancé’s face in horror. “A long time ago, you saved my life. In return, I’ll give you a choice. Will you kill yourself with honor, or will you live sucking my d*ck?”

Aran, afraid to die, chose the latter without a second thought. Wearing her blood-stained wedding dress, she clumsily bit Enoch’s manhood in her mouth. As a reward, Enoch appointed her not as empress, but emperor, an evident proof that she was the only surviving royal family.

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By the time Aran opened her eyes, the sun had risen, filling the skies with orange and red before the blue skies overtook them. When she saw the warmest hues of rainbows, she jumped up in amazement. Well, she was going to… but a little bit of movement caused her body to flutter and she fell down back to her bed again. Her body was as heavy as wet cotton.

There were no maids nearby.

‘Today’s schedule is…’

Yesterday’s important events she needed to go through had been completed. She had a small window left to attend the banquet, but she missed all of them. Aran curled up in shame. She worked her muscles, her lower muscles in particular, deep and hard last night. Literally. The thought of it sent a shiver down her back.

Aran bit her lips. Even though she requested, pleaded even, Enoch did not let her go. She knows he did it on purpose. That rough little play they did would quickly raise her fever and keep her immobile for the time being. She fell asleep right after their deed was finished.

The embarrassment…

Aran turned her head a little and looked at the table. Her face lying down on the table and the papers sprawled every seemed like a dream, an illusion.

She carefully touched her nether regions. There were no signs of bodily fluids. Someone must have wiped her sweaty and sticky body clean.

“Ah…”

But her coochie was swollen enough to the point of Aran groaning at the slightest touch. It would be uncomfortable to sit down for a few days.

As Aran pulled her hand out from her nether regions, the door opened and someone came in. For a moment, she crouched and lowered her head at the thought that it would be Enoch, but fortunately, it was one of her maids.

“Your Majesty, are you awake?” the maid asked, putting down the tray next to the bed. The tray had cool honey water and watery soup. “You didn’t wake up yet and here I was wondering whether to wake you up, but it’s good that you’re up. Would you like to eat?”

She was polite but indifferent. Aran did not bother her attitude. She knew her position as emperorwas merely a false title with no power. It was Grand Duke Roark who wielded the true power.

All those loyal to the imperial family since the rebellion was removed from power or beheaded. Enoch filled the empty position with his loyal men thereafter. Aran was simply a nominal emperor who the Grand Duke sponsored. Without his support, she would be brought down from her position immediately. Aran knew that Enoch Roark was the true emperor of the empire.

“I have no appetite.”

“But the Grand Duke told me to make sure you eat well. He was worried because of what happened last night.”

At her comment, Aran’s face turned red.

Aran’s personal maids were no stranger to their nightly throes of passion. Aran was weak, as of recent. Maybe it had to do with her schedule or the deeds with Enoch, so it was natural that her maid worried for her. Of course, Aran knew that but the thought of them hearing her groans all night long caused her cheeks to turn a rosy red.