Bakani was alone in the king’s chamber. She could hear that the party was still going on outside. She was nervous just thinking about what was going to happen to her? She was lucky that they didn’t even check her. While she was thinking, she heard two women (maids) were talking outside.
“I’m so happy that our Lord finally has a wife!” One woman spoke.
“I know right? He’s been single for all his life!” The other woman replied. Bakani listened carefully as the two women spoke to each other. She was lying to a whole country!
“I know! Princess Amatak will be so lucky to be caressed in his arms tonight! Ah! His manly figure.” The maid squeaked her voice as she fantasized about the king. When Bakani heard that, she gasped. She had to sleep with the king? In his arms? She thought to herself. She walked back and forth thinking. What can she do now? She’s never been with a man before. She passed the first round, now she had another problem to face.
Suddenly, she remembered her grandfather. Her grandfather was a musician, a scientist, and a fighter. He knew many things that Bakani sometimes had a feeling that he hid a big chunk of his history behind him. All she knew was that he was her extraordinary grandfather. When she remember him, an idea came to her. She remembered that she had passed by lots of flowers in the garden before coming to this room. One of the flower that she remember was the purple flower that her grandfather told her about. She smirked when she found her solution. She quickly ran out of the room and went to pick the flower.
Her grandfather once told her that this flower could make anyone fall asleep instantly if drink a drop of it syrup. And if over drink it, it could make anyone forget their memories for a short period of time. She cut the stem of the flower and the syrup from the stem dropped into the wine.
“I’m sorry, my lord, you will have to sleep.” She whispered to herself deviously as she put the drinks on the table. She refused to consummate with the king who had no idea who she really was, plus she wasn’t his real bride. Princess Amatak supposed to be here.
She sat on the stool looking at the beautiful view in the sky in front of the big window. Her elbow was placed on the window frame and her chin was on her palm. She looked up to the moon and stars. They were the only ones that is celebrating her big day. She had no family here but herd. She thanked them for accompanying her in this lonely night.
She didn’t know that the king came in wobbly. He looked at her as if he had forgotten that he married her. She quickly covered her face with the veil when she heard he stumbled across the floor. She stood up and curtsied. He stared at her for a moment and gathered his thought.
“Do you like the welcome party I prepared for you?” He asked, standing strongly in front of her with his hands behind his back.
“Yes, my lord, thank you.” She replied even though she didn’t really get what all the party was for since all her family wasn’t there. He smirked.
“I knew your father would like it a lot.” He said walking to her slowly. She stepped back to the wall.
“Thank you for thinking of him.” She spoke while knowing that the meaning behind those words laid a bitter meaning. The king stopped in front of her and smiled.
“Anything for you, my dear.” He said and lifted his hand up to her scarf. He was about to pull it away when she grabbed both of his hand.
“Ah… I wanted to thank you for welcoming me here. Please let me pay you with a cup of wine.” She spoke hastily pushing his hand back to his himself. She walked to the table that she had placed the wine earlier. The king had on a suspicious expression. He walked to his big and beautiful king size bed and sat down on the side of the bed. She brought a tray with a silver goblet to him. She placed the tray on the table next to the bed and knelt down before him while offering him the cup. He just stared at the wine for a moment, then back at her.
In her heart, she was praying that he would accept the wine. He accepted and then slowly lifted up the cup making the girl watched his every move. The cup was about to place on his bottom lip when he suddenly changed his mind.
“Since she came from so far away, I can’t be this rude to her.” He smirked and then returned the cup back to her. Her eyes widen when she heard that.