"The King of Brealle is here, your Majesty." The maid says. Jasper grits his teeth. "He says he wants to talk to you immediately."

"Take him in the drawing room, I'll be there just a moment." He finishes his letter to the Kingdom of Weral and hands it to Smith, then heads out of his office toward the drawing room where the Brealle King awaits.

The King sits in the chair by the window his face showing anger. "Nice for you to stop by for a visit, Charlemagne."

"Where is my daughter, boyking?" His face becomes red and his grey mustache quivers. Jasper smirks at the nickname and takes a seat across from Charlemagne.

"I came to see her." He speaks again.

"She is happy and fine. If you wish to see her I will have a maid go and fetch her." The King of Brealle's eyes shine with hatred, his eyes identical to Calista's.

Jasper sends a maid to go and get Calista. "Did you hurt her? Is she suffering in your dungeons?" He asks.

"I told you she is in good hands. My hands to be precise. I explained in the letter that she is my wife now."

Charlemagne looks pained and he runs a hand through his bushy beard. "She is innocent, Jasper."

"I know that." The King of Laeth says. "Your daughter and I got to know each other very well."

Charlemagne jerks to his feet. "You bastard!" His fists are clenches but he doesn't deliver a blow. He knows the consequences e for that behavior.

"It okay, I didn't have to force her to do anything she didn't want to do." His words slice through the older man.

"But you manipulated her, just like you manipulated me into making that deal, you snake!" He shouts.

"Father." A voice pipes up. Calista stands in the doorway and her eyes are wide. "You came to see me?"

The King of Brealle forgets about his little tantrum and heads to his beautiful daughter. "Calista," He wraps her in his arms and she is reminded of back home.

The smell of the sea lingers on his clothes and she noticed how much her disappearance aged him. He kisses her forehead and Jasper looks away embarrassed for watching a raw moment between them.

Calista is embarrassed to look him in the eye and she looks over to Jasper. "How long will he be here?"

"He is only stopping by. He should be on his way in 20 minutes." Disappointment shows on Calista's face but then her father gently placed a stray hair behind her ear.

"Its okay, Calista. I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Jasper watches them exchange words and his eyes lower to Calista's ass.

He shuffles uncomfortably for a moment and then the King of Brealle says something to him.

"I'm sorry what was that?" Jasper asks.

"I better be on my way." Charlemagne's jaw clenches and Jasper gets up to shake his hand.

"The maid will show you out." Jasper says. The King gives him one last glare before leaving.

"That was incredibly rude." Calista says, turning to face the barbarian. She crosses her arms and doesn't realize how that affects him.

Her boobs look fuller and he grows stiff. "You should have heard what he said to me before you came in here, princess."

"You deserve his harsh words." She spits out. Jasper's eyes light up with fire and he stares intently at her fuller bottom lip.

"Don't be naughty, pet." She steps back when she notices his eyes. Lust is evident and she knows what's going to happen next.

Jasper's finger splay across her lower back and pulls her toward him. "You look nice today." He mumbles.

"Oh, how romantic, that going to make my panties drop." She says sarcastically.

His hand smacks her across the ass and she stumbles into him. Her soft flesh tingling she notices the bugle in the front of his pants.

"I don't think you are wearing panties, princess." He says, his voice husky. His hand pulls up her skirt and cups her sex. "It just makes it easier for me."

Before he could make the intrusion, they both hear footsteps. Calista jerks away from Jasper and stands at a considerable distance.

It's Phoebe. She glides into the room like she owns the place, eyes never leaving Jasper's. "The Council wants to speak to you, Jasper." Her words sting Calista's ears. This... woman is allowed to call Jasper by his name. Which Calista wasn't allowed to do.

Jasper wraps his arms around Calista, feeling the tension in the air. "I will be there soon. You can leave." Phoebe's eyes flick toward Calista and back to Jasper.

An unrecognizable emotion crosses her face and she smiles. "Yes, your Majesty." She takes her time leaving red hair swaying behind her.

Jasper nuzzles into her neck and nips at her skin. "So is she the woman you slept with?"

He ignores her question and pinches her butt. Fury rises and she pulls away from him. "So I'm not worthy enough to get answers now, huh?"

"Of course you are worthy. But I'd rather not answer that."

He watches her eyebrows scrunch together and her fists are clenched. "You already did. And why does she call you by your name?"

"Because we grew up together. She is one of the Council members daughter." He sighs. "Why is this so important?"

"Wouldn't you want to know who I was intimate with before?" She says. Jasper's jaw tightens.

"You weren't with anybody before." He clarifies.

"You don't know that." She bluffs. Calista crosses her arms and stares indignantly at the tall handsome man.

"I know because..." he steps closer and twirls one of her stray hairs around his finger. "Your as tight as a virgin."

Her hand stings across his cheek and she leaves before he could comprehend what happened. Jasper stays in his office marveling at the outrageous burst.

A smirk comes across his face and he thinks about what he should do to punish her.

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Calista weaves through the crowd not really heading in any direction. She needed to cool off so she came to the market.The guards assigned to her keep close and she rolls her eyes.

Not paying attention she slams into someone and falls to the ground. "I'm sorry, miss!" Her but is going to have a bruise and the guards surround the man who ran into her.

"I'm fine. Stand down." She orders. The stranger that pushes her to the ground offer a hand and she finally gets a good look at him.

His dark shaggy hair hangs in his face and his skin is freckled from he sun. He looks to be a couple years older than her and from the callouses on his hands he is a hard worker.

"Are you alright? I didn't even look where I was going." He says. His blue eyes remind her of the sea and she smiles.

"I'm fine. I wasn't paying attention either." Calista notices that they are still holding hands and she releases his. "I'm Calista." She introduces.

His eyes widen at the realization. "You're the Queen." His eyes slide down to her exposed wrist and notices the mark. "Well, it's nice to meet you." He says dipping his head. "My name is Alvis."

His smiles lights up his whole face and she notices how handsome this boy is. "Are you here for a specific item?" He asks, as the start walking together. The guards follow closely, ready if he tries to maul her.

"I'm just looking. I like to get some fresh air sometimes."

"So, not to pry, but what's it like being married to the all powerful King Of Laeth?" She rolls her eyes and he laughs.

"It's not what I expected." He doesn't push for details and a guard reaches to grab her arm.

"It's time to leave, my Queen." She stops and so does Alvis.

"Already?" She looks up to the sky and notice the sun is starting to slip down. "Can't I stay just awhile longer?"

He shakes his head and Calista's says goodbye to Alvis. Calista is escorted back to the castle and is ordered to stay in the bedroom.

She paces around and after awhile she becomes tired and sits down to read a book. Time ticks on and Jasper still isn't in the room.

The suspense is killing her. She knows that she will not get away with slapping him. Calista grows weary she turns off the lights and lays down.

Her eyes flutter closed and she slips off into darkness.

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Jasper was informed that Calista was back and in their room. He was also informed about the boy at the market. That just adds fuel to his fire.

He walks into the bedroom and notice the lights are off. Calista must be sleeping. He shuts the door quietly and sneaks toward the bed.

Calista sleeps, curled into a fetal position and he pulls the covers off her. "Calista." She stirs and wakes up. Her emerald eyes widen and she gulps.

He leans down and kisses her on the lips. "You have been very bad." He mumbles.

"I'm not apologizing." She says back.

"I know. Which is why I want you to get on the floor right now." He orders. Like an obedient pet she stands up. "Sit down."

She sits down, but not before shooting daggers at Jasper.

"Come closer." She shuffles forward a bit and stops. "Closer." Jasper says. He keeps this up until her body is between his legs.

She realizes what he wants and Calista clenches her thighs. She hates the affect he has over her body. "Take it out." He orders.