3 days have passed

Calla

"Calla" Donatello sighs, pulling my waist down against his excited manhood. I pull myself away, flipping my position to ride him again. After that horrible session with Leo, I needed Donatello's loving.

We smack with heat, I, a little more eager than him. I would do anything to block out that horrendous night...

But even as I Donatello kissed me, I could not stop thinking about Leo. I felt disgusted that I had let him release in me. I had allowed him to kiss me...and hold me...to love me.

"Calla. Calla" Donatello's voice snapped me out of my distant memories. I open my eyes and look into his eyes as he watches me carefully.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine.." I lie, taking his lips into mine before starting again. I rock against his body, making sure to take all of him but before he pulls out, I stop him, slapping his hands off.

I ride him with even more vigor, coaxing him to reach his climax and finally he releases. I feel his warmth, tossing my head back in bliss before pulling off and blowing out the candle to sleep.

Silence fills the room as I regain my breaths. I forced my eyes shut, praying Donatello would not say what I was thinking.

"So we're not going to discuss what just happened?" He asked, lighting the candle to relight the room.

"No" I whisper, " I don't want to" I cursed, blowing out the flame and turning once more to sleep. He pulled my lips into his mouth before forcing my jaw to face him. "Calla..."

"What Donatello? Is it so bad to experience love how a man and woman truly should? Is it so bad to be trying for a little one? Don't you want a little one?"

"I do Calla...but when the timing is right. I am not ready and you are not ready."

"I don't have the option to be ready...Leo doesn't afford me the chance" I reminded him. He is silent as he realizes my truth.

Leo had been obsessed with his talks for a child. Did anyone ever stop to ask whether I wanted a child now?
I never imagined myself as a mother and even if I had a chance, I assumed I would be much older.

"Donatello... nothing will happen and if you are that worried, I will drink the special tonic tomorrow morning." I explained, pretending to sleep again.

"I am not worried nor am I fearful of death but you know he would kill that baby. An innocent life being ended because of jealousy? Just think about bringing a child...our child into this world? Leo would kill me, then you...." his words trailed off, allowing the silence to overtake the room.

He pulled off the covers and went to his chest full of wines and whiskeys. He takes a bottle and pours it into a small glass, walking over and pushing it above my lips. "Drink it."

"Donatello." I whispered. I knew what it was but refused to accept it.

"Donatello...imagine if I had a child but it was yours? Leo would never—-"

"Calla, drink it Now!!!" He yelled, silencing me into submission. A warm tear stains my cheek before I snatch the glass and drink its contents. I throw the glass to the floor and run out the room.

"Calla wait" He called after me but I didn't want to hear his words and ran to my wing of the palace, locking myself in my room.

Donatello knew what would happen if I ever fell pregnant with his child.
If Leo ever found out that the heir to Genovia was actually a descendant of the painter he hated...he would kill it.
Maybe even me.
But I did not care.
I did what had to be done. It was too late for turning back. I already knew Donatello's child was brewing inside me. It had been weeks since I last inseminated myself with his seed.

I vowed Donatello would be the only father of my child and a father he shall be.

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The next morning

I walked through the hallways with Lizabeth at my side. I had told her of my fight with Donatello. She was a faithful friend and chose my side of course.

"Ignore him. Even a man like Donatello will always come crawling back to you" she shrugged, fixing the corset of my dress. It was a rather revealing one but all the better to tempt Donatello.

I see Donatello just beyond the second wing of the hallway conversing with Oslo.

"Remember, ignore him" Lizabeth whispered beside me. I nodded, taking calculated steps before passing their small circle.

"Good morning empress, Lizabeth" Olso greeted.

"Good morning Oslo." I smile. Oslo smiled, waiting for Donatello to say something but understood the atmosphere and cleared his throat.

"So Oslo, how are plans for you know what?"

"Good, well as good as they can be. Have you talked with the general?"

"Yes. I don't think I was very persuasive. I maybe...accidentally...hit him over the head with a bottle"

"Huzzah" Lizabeth grinned, nodding in approval. She was tired of filthy men like him getting away with taking advantage of women just because they were men.

"Calla! You realize he is our most important ally?"

"I suppose? He touched me. I do not like being told or forced to do something I never intended to do" I snapped, peering over to Donatello. I hope he took a hint.

Donatello still stared, finally clearing his throat. "Calla...About last night" he started.

"Last night? I don't recall it." I hummed. He smiles and nodded looking away. I had no right to be upset at him. If he only knew what I had done he would be the one upset with me...

"I was on my way for breakfast but...I decided to skip it. I knew it would be lonesome" he confesses. Oslo looked at him before turning to me. "Maybe I should go?"

"No. The art of rejection is very rare between them. Stay and watch Oslo" Lizabeth bragged, excited to see me reject his coming invitation.

"Calla." He says, looking into my eyes. Even with no words I understood all that Donatello said.  His beautiful brown orbs were glossed with a look of remorse. I knew he was sorry.

Before I could even speak, he pulled me into his reach, kissing me passionately. I throw my arms around his neck, gently running my fingers through his thick brown hair. How I missed his soft lips.
It had barely been 6 hours but I missed him so.

"So much for the art of rejection" Lizabeth scoffed, breaking up our heated embrace.

"Oh..right. I was supposed to ignore you" I smirked, looking over at Lizabeth apologetically.

"You two bore me. Goodbye" Lizabeth curses, gathering her dress to busy herself with something to do. Oslo understood his overstated welcome and bows his head to signal his departure.

"Well... I will join you for breakfast if you need the company" I whispered against his lips.

He smiles, wiping the corner of my lip with his thumb. " I would like that empress." He kisses my hand before taking mine into his and we walk side by side to have our breakfast

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"Donatello." I say his name as we finish our breakfast. He was reading the papers from his homeland. "Do not be upset for what I am about to say."

"Calla...what?" He pulled the papers down; a look of concern greeted his face.

"We must ...limit our interactions." He looked hurt but continued to listen on. "Leo is...well when I show too much interest in something besides him he...will show his jealousy by torturing it"

"And you are afraid he will torture me?"

"Worse than that. He will use you because you are my weakness. I am afraid he will dangle you and use you as my Achilles heel."

"And what kind of life is that? Living in fear? Kissing in hidden corridors" he curses fling his plate to the floor.

"Donatello. Please, you must understand." I grab his palm trying to calm him down. He pushed it off and kicked out his chair, standing to pace the length of the room.

"I am sick of this Calla! Sick of him and living in fear! Why does it feel as if you have every excuse to accommodate his feelings? He has been horrid to you!"

"Donatello he is emperor! He has control of my will to live!"

"Because you allow it!" he yelled.

"Donatello! I do not!" I stood, furious at his accusations.

"You do!. I let him f**k you evey night and sit here and pretend it doesn't affect me but it does. And now, you tell me that you must spend less time with me? And I suppose you think spending more time with him will magically change his heart and he will allow me to stay?"

"No, but maybe—"

"Calla! It will not change his heart! He will send me away no matter what." He shouts, sitting down again before burying his head in his plans. I come to face him, gently running a palm against his cheek.
Why? Why not just end him ...now"

"Donatello! Lower your voice" I whisper, reminding him to keep his levels low for I did not know who was truly listening.

"I will not lower my voice. Look Calla, If you don't kill him by the end of this month...I will." He threatens, pulling me away before making his way to the exit.

"Donatello please!" I begged him for sanity.

"I don't care!
I don't know about you but I am not scared of him.
I am not scared to die Calla."

Silence fills the room.

"That scares me Donatello. You are not scared to die and where does that leave me. Where does that leave us?"

"I don't know Calla" he sighs, looking into my eyes before turning around and departing, leaving me alone in the room. I wanted to run after him but thought it best to let him take a breather.

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Author Note:

The next chapter is so hjgtjjytgjjh
Y'all are gonna HATE ME!
So get your tomatoes ready!