By Douglas E. Gogerty
"Kill me?" asked Prince William. "You do not have the nerve for that sort of thing."
"Are you sure?" inquired Princess Angelina with a look of menace.
"I am pretty sure," replied the Prince a little nervously.
"When you are entirely sure, then we can discuss your proposal again."
"Not until then!"
"It is clear to me, that you need some more rest; thus, I will leave you for now."
"Rest!" demanded the Princess as she left the Prince's bedside.
Things were not going the Princess's way. She had not anticipated the Prince's feelings. Further, she had not anticipated her own feelings towards the Prince. Her plans had just become greatly more complicated. It was all she could do to get out of the room before accepting his proposal. She could not believe she was actually considering it.
She had to find some place to think. She needed to restore her resolve. She knew she was right about what other kings would think about kings with strong wives. She did not want the conflicts, which go along with weak kings, to follow Prince William. Hence, she knew she could never marry him. She knew it. However, that did not diminish her feelings for him.
She found a quiet spot with a window that looked out over the kingdom. She sat there and pondered. She was completely lost in thought when King Thorbjorn sat next to her.
"He will be fine," assured the King.
"What?" the Princess replied with a start. "Oh yes. I know."
"So, what are you thinking about?"
"Oh nothing -- I was just wondering what happens next."
"You do not wish to marry my son do you?"
"I am not ready to make that decision," the Princess lied. "Perhaps I am too young."
"You are young -- and beautiful."
"Thank you. That's sweet of you to say."
"Sweet?" replied the King with a slightly raised voice. "I have had people severely punished for using such words."
"I did not mean anything by it."
"I should take you over my knee...."
"Please -- no offense was meant."
However, there was no persuading the King. He grabbed the Princess and dragged her away from the window. The Princess was unable to resist the strength of the King. She fought, but the King easily dragged her into a nearby private room.
Suddenly, the Princess knew that the offense was merely an excuse to get her alone. He began pawing at her clothes.
"Stop!" shouted the Princess with a look that could stop running water.
Surprised at himself, the King stopped. He felt powerless under the spell the Princess's look held over him. He stood there shaking. He attempted to move, but he could not.
"That is better," the Princess said after a few moments. "You may be a powerful King, but you have no power over me. You will cease your advances or there will be great consequences."
The King tried to move towards her, but her deepening look grabbed him and held him still.
"If you do not wish to feel my wrath and what it entails, you will do as I say."
The King attempted to say something, but the displeasure of the Princess had some sort of powerful control over him. He fought it for a few more moments and then collapsed upon the floor.
"You may think that it is good to be the king, but there is no way that you will touch the daughter of King Jonathan of Calmondak against her will."
"Yes miss," the King squeaked.
"Now," stated the Princess sternly. "You will cede the land you promised my father to me."
"I will what?" asked the King as the Princess's hold on him began to fade.
"For me bringing you your son, and for me not telling your wife -- or my father -- about what you just attempted, you will give me the treaty lands."
"I will not."
"Very well," stated the Princess as she left the room.
She left her dress in the slightly rumpled condition caused by the King. She asked a few members of the household staff on where she could find the Queen. The fury was obvious to all those who saw her, and everyone immediately bent to her wishes.
The King had already spoken to the Queen when Princess Angelina arrived. The King was sitting proudly upon a chair as the Princess began to speak.
"Your Highness," the Princess began with a bow. "I can hardly believe what I am about to tell you."
"Is this about my husband's fidelity?" asked the Queen.
"Hardly!" replied the Princess.
"What?" asked the King with a shocked look upon his face.
"The sexual conquests of the King are hardly any of my affair."
"Then what?" asked the Queen.
"This is about honor," responded the Princess. "The King attempted to dishonor me and my family, and you and your family my good Queen."
"He did?" asked the Queen. "How so?"
"He treated me like a household servant," stated the Princess. "I am a guest in this house, and he acted as if I was obliged to him."
"He did show you disrespect there," replied the Queen.
"Further, he gave you not one thought," insisted the Princess. "He did not even consider how you would feel about his actions with another Princess. One he had wished to marry, but was spurned."
"Is this true?" the Queen asked the King.
"I -- uh -- but -- uh..." muttered the King attempted to lie but unable to because of the glare of Princess Angelina. "Yes."
"So you lied to me. She did not attempt to lure you into a situation that looked compromising and then attempt to blackmail you." demanded the Queen.
"I -- uh... Yes."
"You will give her what she wants for your disgraceful and disrespectful actions?"
"I -- um," stumbled the King as he was getting the evil eye from both women present. "Yes I will."
"He will have the written document for you by morning," asserted the Queen.
"Your Highness is kind and gracious," Princess Angelina said to the Queen. "I will leave your court when the paper is in my possession."
"That is wise," replied the Queen. "We would not wish any more incidents of dishonor."
"By your leave," the Princess stated as she left the room.