Michael

As I am sitting on my bed staring at the wall, the door bursts open, causing me to stand in defense of myself. Why would anyone break in to my chambers like this?

"Sir-um-King-your highness- I-" I stand up straight, figuring out as I go as to how to address him.

He walks over after shutting the door quietly behind him. I watch as he stands in front of me, not moving or saying by a word.

What is it that he wants? Why does he grace me with his presence, in my own chambers none the less? I am in total shock by his sudden and random appearance in my chambers. This is truly a treat not many get to experience. I am lucky he has chosen me.

He lifts his hand and thrusts it towards my face, convincing me he intends on leaving a big black mark around my eye. I fall to the ground due to the force of the punch. I was not expecting this at all.

I may have been slightly wrong about his presence being a treat...

He lifts his foot swiftly and kicks it in to my ribs, surely cracking a few with his heavy foot. And again. And again. Again. One more time.

I curl around myself, wishing to die at this moment to end my pain.

"If you ever touch my wife again, I will have you hanged for your crimes against this country." He threatens me, and suddenly, the reasons behind his attack are crystal clear to me. "Don't you even think about looking at her!  Don't you think about thinking about her either. She is not yours to think about. She is my wife. I will not have another man ruin this. In short time I will rule Estonia without limitations. I don't need some common servant ruining things!"

"Sir I-"

"Do not make me take this sword and slit your little throat right now. I will have no problem killing you for what you have done." He pulls his sword out of his belt and holds it over me, it's tip nearly poking my nose. "Not another word out of you. I have sacrificed enough having to keep your dirty little secret. Do not let me catch you sneaking around with my wife. I will not hesitate to take your head off. Do you understand me?!" He asks, the blade of his sword touching my nose, pressing in to the tip.

I nod, physically unable to talk with the condition my body is in.

The King leaves, slamming the door behind him, a glass picture frame falling off the shelf above it and breaking upon impact with the floor.

I really have gotten myself in to a bit of trouble, now haven't I?

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