Halls of Blackfog.
The King must have sensed that Minerva felt pangs of jealousy towards attentions shown to the Queen of Casterly. Not that the torture was seen as an act of love, but the fact he may have impregnated the Queen. She kept a stiff upper lip as she walked in behind of her King, hearing the cries and rants of the tormented Angel Queen fading away as they progressed down the hall. Minerva must have had her eyes downcast, and not come to see the King take her hand, and then swear to her his feelings. It was truly amazing, that one of such dominance and hate, could be at the same time capable of love.
“Minerva darling nothing can ever compare with your beauty…and I mean nothing. I would give my very life to protect you if need be.”
Minerva let out a soft cry as she felt the King press his lips to her neck, right above her prized collar. She took in a sharp breath, as each feather like kiss sent a wave of heat coursing through her body. Oh how he tempted her so. “My heart….My soul….My love….My Queen….and most importantly my wife.”
The witch Queen replied, as she pawed at his chest. Her eyes now looking up into his as they stood together in the hall.
“My King…I do everything for you. All you shall ever want…I will give you.” She meant each word, cementing her loyalty without fault. He had made her feel loved and wanted. It was all she could have ever hoped for.
Their walk continued on, till reaching the dining hall, where a sumptuous feast awaited. The King pulled out her chair, and Minerva sat elegantly, whilst being served her meal first, as the King looked on. With such escapades with the two Queens, he was certainly sated, and now could enjoy the rest of his day. Minerva ate quietly, as she watched her King. A thousand thoughts in his mind, and she could see him thinking things over. He stood up and went to a nearby window, staring out at the land that he owned. The silence was deafening, and Minerva patted her lips with her napkin, before pushing up from her chair, and then following her King to the window. She did not speak. She didn’t have too. A servant and Queen, she stood loyally behind him. Come what may, they would fight to the death…to get what they wished.
The King’s chamber
There was a light creak of the hinges, as the King’s chamber door started to open and a familiar face poked her head in. it was Nanny. Nanny to Joffrey, and to Tempest. She was one that had served the Brax family faithfully all her life, and now she saw that same house in utter turmoil. She recognized the Queen of Casterly, trapped in the strange magical cage, and Nanny quickly peeked behind her to check if she was being watched. Seeing no one about, she tip toed in and then came up to the cage, crouching down with a forlorn expression.
“You must be Tempest’s grandmother. I’m Nanny. Carer of Brax children. What have they done to you?” she said with a soft voice. She knew that Joffrey had his wild ways, but beneath it all, he was a good boy really. Tempest used to be a spoilt little brat, but grew into an enchanting young woman. Nanny believed, you could not judge a person or pigeon hole them because they are either Angel or Demon. We all have our own dark sides, and our good. It depends on which will win the day?
She passed through the bar a small bag of fruits and nuts. Nanny often carried such with her for the children. Raising up, she went and got a cup of water, then brought that over and passed it through the bars. There was little else she could do, especially at the risk of getting caught.
“I will return, Your Majesty…Have faith, you are not alone.”
She got up and then gave the Queen a half smile, before quickly leaving before being caught.