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5| A SECOND CHANCE

Three months passed before she returned to him, more beautiful than ever with tears in her eyes, an apology on her lips and her knees on the ground afore him. She didn't have to plead. He had been anxiously awaiting her. He had taken her back with arms opened as wide as the blue ocean and loved her again -something that he was going to really really regret.

Things had gone back to normal and life went on as if nothing had ever happened. He had been happy that she had returned to him, drunk on the joy that he was blinded to so many other things. Well, not really blinded for he subconsciously chose to turn a blind eye to it all. He had not wanted to lose her again, terribly afraid to do so for Junagho was tantamount to life. He could not let go of her, afraid to live just like he had done in the three months before -lifeless and empty. He opted to rather play the fool to whatever she did in order to keep her by his side.

He has first noticed that something was extremely very wrong three weeks after they had gotten back together. The King, his father had organized a dinner party for all the in court and out of court officials. Junagho had been present and when the party had become too winding and boring for them such that they were seriously fed up, they had ditched it quietly. They had chosen to take a stroll on the palace ground and eventually went haywire. They had ended their stroll in the confines of the huge garden were they had fallen upon each other and fucked the boredom away, completely. Well, it should have ended well for it was so pleasant but, disaster decided it was just the right time to cause a cacophony.

He had been mad at what had occurred the moment he realized it, choosing not to believe it to keep his anger in check. She had called the name of another man at the peak of their passion. He had been bringing her pleasure which she had attributed to someone else at her pinnacle. He had confronted her instantly and she had quelled his mind with her seductive voice and bright innocent eyes, assuring him that he must have heard her wrong. She made him see reason that John and Jude could sound the same if one didn't pay close attention. And like the fool that he was, he believed her completely. He had let sleeping dogs lie until he thought she was behaving strangely, distant from him. He had them hired someone to track her. It turned out that she was seeing another man of no title. The shocking revelation left him stunned to the bones. He had found out next from his hired hands that she was pregnant for the person she was seeing. It was obviously not him. He was so sure that it wasn't him because she was about a month pregnant. Besides, the midwife who had provided the information was so sure that Jude was the owner of the pregnancy and that they had been there long before the day she had gone to him for forgiveness.

Well, he had waited patiently for her to bring the news to him, ready to hear whatever excuse she would give for he would have taken her and the child if need be -he loved her, maybe a little too much to lose her because of something he thought was a mistake. Well, he was mistaken for when she had arrived, she had done something that shocked him even more. She had told him that she had just come from a midwife checkup which she had undergone having grown dizzy that morning. The midwife she said her confirmed her pregnant for nobody else but him. He was enraged to pieces, ready to unleash fire and brimstone.

He remembered telling her that he was giving her another chance to come clean and be plain with him. She had denied everything deniable that he had thrown at her, and then he had lost it. He had then given her a good piece of his mind and told her all that he had found out. She had been so shocked that he knew that she was trying to pin the baby on him. That was when she began to explain. He had had her thrown out of his chambers, Pregnant or not, Loved or not and had requested to never see her again.

It was all her mother's doing. She was the one who had pushed her into doing it, into tricking him. She didn't approve of Junagho's love even when the lady wanted to marry her lover. She would have none of it. She had been the one to plan it all, their reuniting down to their roll in the hay just so the pregnancy could be pinned on him, royalty. Junagho had just done what she had been told to do. And here he had been, thinking that she had really loved him as much as he did her. He had been so hurt by it all. His life whole world had come apart and his life had fallen into emotional chaos. He had more the pain of their broken relationship for so long till he slowly began to heal. Till now, he had yet to overcome the pain it brought him each time he thought of her and their time together.

When he had finally somewhat recovered from being used by Junagho, enough to not fall into deep pain each time she was mentioned, he had given up on love, totally. Ever since then, he had been a hundred percent cynical towards love. But, he liked pleasure, sexual pleasure -I mean who didn't? He had met and had many other women based on attraction, pleasure an satiation over the eight years since their fallout. He didn't do love. He didn't offer his heart either, everything but that, never his heart. He offered those women passion and pleasure, sweetly intertwined in romantic love making. Meila, his hand maid was the last on a long line as of now.

When she had first come into the palace, she had being assigned to clean anything. He had come across her once on a peruse of the palace grounds. He had been drawn to her instantly. He had had a word with the head maid and head her reassigned to his quarters as his personal maid. Oh the things that the personal maid of the Prince had to do. They were actually sweetly sweet. Her duties included having to make sure that his chambers were spotless. It wasn't her who did it anyways, sure only supervised the cleaning. She also helped with his bath, assisted him in dressing, remembered his schedule and so on. The list was almost never ending. Well, somewhere along the lines of it, he had successfully curried the dark haired beauty into his royal bed of delight and she had come willingly. Not a soul knew of their affair except the queen, Alice. Nothing ever went past her eagle eyes, no matter how little. When she had found out, she had confronted John about it and he affirmed it. She in turn has not said a word of the affair to his father. The palace rules disallowed such coupling. He didn't want Meila gone. She was a beautiful wan who made his blood boil, but he had no feelings other than sexual desire for her and she knew it, understood the concept very well. She was only there to satisfy his bodily desires. She never complained anyways, loving it all infact. She was so carefree about it. Still, sometimes, he felt that he was using her just the way Junagho had used him. Meila was a wise lady. She soon figured out his line of thoughts and put his mind at ease. No one was using anyone. If it were so, then she was using him too for she had no feelings for  him either. She only wanted a hard fuck off him every now and then. She had pacified him with that. Their affair was mutual. She was happy and he was happy. That was all that mattered.

"Love is blind just doesn't apply to everything"

@OmaPhinaPhire💗