Throne Without Fate
What and how much had I lost by trying to do only what was expected of me instead of what I myself had wished to do?"
- Ralph Ellison
Evangeline Ward woke up with the greatest heartache her kingdom has ever felt. She had a kingdom now, she was a queen. Though the other side of the bed was empty, her beloved husband must have been woken up early to get his errands done. It wasn't easy to rule two separate kingdoms, yet Havilliard Clarke was extremely succesful and powerful over his reign.
But that wasn't the reason of her heartache. Yes, it might not have been the ideal first morning together. However, it wasn't what squeezed her heart this much. Havilliard and Evangeline have been good friends over a century. That's what they were, what they are and what they will always be. Friends. They gotten married because Havilliard needed a queen to rule his kingdom with. He saw her nothing more than a good friend and because of the Evangeline had buried her feelings deep inside her and had been succesful at hiding them.
At that very moment it was not the case. Not when she saw him half naked with shiny hazel eyes. His broad shoulders and tanned skin were enough to take her mind out of her head. He wasn't built like a 17 years old would but considering he has been alive for more than a century and a half he was very well endowed. She yearned for touching him, she could do anything to feel his skin under her delicate fingers. Oh how she wished to caress his body and show her love.
Drifted off with thoughts. Evangeline didn't hear the door opening up.
"Hello there darling." Startled with Havilliard's deep voice, Evangeline eyed him carefully.
He was wearing a black tunic with his sleeves rolled up. The black pants he was wearing was hugging his every delicious curve and the hazel eyes that Evangeline loved so much were boring into hers.
"See something you like, love?" The British accent was heavy in his voice.
Evangeline didn't even try to hide her smirk. " What if I did?" She teased mischeviously.
" Don't threaten me with a good time." Havilliard let out a naughty laugh.
"So, my love are you ready for the grand ceremony?" He sat beside her in the bed.
"Born ready" Without thinking too much about it Evangeline kissed his dimple.
Clearing his throat, Havilliard suited himself with a care free attitude.
" Oh, I know you can't resist me." He chuckled slightly.
"Don't fancy yourself too much."
Getting up from the bed Evangeline walked towards her wardrobe. Determined to pick the right gown for the ceremony. She was going to be a queen, the queen. The most powerful one after Havilliard.
Though Evangeline had a secret, a secret that would make her a traitor but it was also the reason that her powers are equal with Havilliard's. Of course, he didn't aware of that fact.
"What do you think about this?" Evangeline was holding a red silk gown with lace sleeves.
Havilliard eyed her carefully. It was as if he was trying to picture her in that dress.
"You're going to be wonderful, my love." He bit his bottom lip.
"Do you think I'd be fearful enough?" Evangeline acted like she didn't know her value.
"Oh baby, believe me those shithead witches and demons are going to shit their pants. You'll be the sexiest and most fearful queen this universe has ever seen."
Evangeline Ward was ready to sit on a throne. With a big secret on her shoulders, an unbearable love in her heart but without faith in her mind.