After donning their proffered robe, Mona followed her ladies in waiting to the bath chamber. Mona marveled again how quickly she had adjusted to these new women. She was compelled to exercise and then bathed, shaved and dressed. Bt now there were concubines dresses for her in each of the three colors. Each one color was repeated several times so that Mona would always look fresh. Mona severely mourned the loss of her old wardrobe. To be constantly exposed like this would take some time to get used to.
Mona was led to the dining hall where a light meal was waiting for her. As a precaution her meal had been pre-cut for her. She was permitted only a spoon. Mona thought that safety measure was ridiculous. Despite her loss of position and prestige, she had no desire to harm herself or others. She felt that in some way she was insurance for Rikard's life. Were she to kill herself or attempt to assassinate King Peter, she had no doubt that an immediate aftermath would be the execution of her, now former, husband. Mona gazed at her rings once more. They represented a past that was like a heaven lost.
Presently King Peter entered the dining hall. As she had been instructed Mona immediately slid off her chair and knelt, back ramrod strait, until the king recognized her.
"Ah I see that you are learning, my sweet concubine. On your feet then come here and kiss me."
Mona did as instructed, slightly appalled with herself for actually desiring a kiss from the King. At the same time Mona realized that she needed to open her heart to him. Not just because it would make chores like kissing him so much easier but also because she so wanted to believe Peter's words of affection towards her were sincere.
I have some business to attend to but I will expect you at the royal bed chamber in an hour. I will be taking you every chance I can get for the rest of the week. On Sunday my queen and brother arrive from Herin and your role will change slightly.
"Queen?" said Mona.
Peter threw his head back and laughed. "Surely you did not think me a bachelor! Queen Elise and Prince Aaron and their entourage will be taking up temporary residence in this castle. Queen Elise is great with child, the midwives are sure that it will be a male heir. If he is born on this soil he can be legitimately named as Duke of Remnia. I can crown him when he turns five with my brother serving as regent until my son comes into adulthood.
Mona was stunned "But, your Excellency you promised that Remnia's next king would be one of its own people."
"And by being born here he shall be one of its people." Peter sneered. " Surely you did not think that I would let such a fine prize as this kingdom slip from my grasp? On paper Remnia will be independent but in fact and deed this nation, just like yourself, will be kept in bondage. I DO feel a great deal of affection for you Mona but you will always be my concubine. I may as well tell you this unpleasant truth as well. I reserve thee right to loan your charms to others, perhaps to seal a treaty or as a token of friendship with rival realms."
King Peter's words struck Mona like a thunderbolt.
"I am to be shared?"
"Oh I don't expect it will happen too often but it IS part of your duties as my concubine. Of course I can offer you am alternative. I could sell you to a pig farmer or a tanner. You would lose all the rights you now have. Before you are sold however You will have the pleasure of witnessing Rikard's emasculation. If I take his balls he will be compelled to wander the countryside wearing a dress. I will knock his teeth out and force him to suck off my officers. Oh the years until his trial by my son will be a glorious hell for him."
Mona gasped. "You are every inch the beast Rickard said you are!"
"Mona, as your own body has let you know when we made love that I am also a man of gentility and kindness. So long as you are an obedient concubine Rickard will be kept chaste and in confinement. His only menace will be boredom. If you are exceptionally well behaved I will allow you to select a whore for him on his birthday and he will will be permitted her companionship. He is only fit for whores now and that very very sparingly. Remember, had your former husband not attacked my kingdom he would still have his country, his power, and his duchess. Now he exists only at my whim. It is because I DO care for you that he has received any favor at all. In reality I should simply have executed him once he was captured but he is useful to me alive, Especially as your affection for him makes you more compliant and amenable to my entreaties. To be blunt my charming concubine, your succulent quim is the only thing keeping him alive. Decide that you do not want my affections, decide that you will no longer enthusiastically enjoy our couplings and I will dispose of both of you!"
With that Peter excused himself and exited the hall. Mona returned to her chair and broke out in piteous tears. Mona cried for some time. In her mind she mulled over her options again and again they came up with a single answer. She had to accept King Peter's affections if she wanted an kind of life for herself or for poor Rikard. "I have to learn to love Peter completely and without equivocation." She thought to herself. She was still caught up in that revelry when a lady in waiting informed her that it was time to retreat to the royal bedchamber to please King Peter.
Mona was hardly in the mood but she tried to make herself feel enthusiastic. She liked the tender side of King Peter and would prefer to see that side of him as much as possible. She took a detour to wash her face and smooth out her brief dress. She plastered a smile on her face as she entered the bed chamber.
King Peter was waiting by the bed, dressed in regal yet simple attire. He commanded Mona to undress him. Mona did so, again amazed at what the sight of Peter's muscular flesh and large penis had on her. Involuntarily she felt herself moisten and her breath caught in her throat. If Mona would have been honest with herself she would have acknowledged that Peter was the very sort of man she dreamed about in her adolescence. When a young princess, Mona used to steal away to gaze at the muscular gardeners and landscapers toiling away with their shirts off on hot days. She simply could not get enough of that activity. It led to her being disciplined by her father and mother yet still she would sneak off. That it caused her to be moist and for her heart to beat faster was a puzzlement to her at that young age. Now Mona was feeling the same thing while gazing at King Peter's spectacular specimen of manhood and she detested herself for it.
After the King's spectacular naked form was revealed he began undressing Mona. Again his touch was like the charge of static electricity. Mona realized that while she had very good reasons for despising King Peter, her body craved him very much. Because it offered the path of least resistance, Mona decided to follow the leading of her body. She responded to Peter's touch and began kissing him all over.
Before she realized what was happening she was one her knees savoring the taste of his massive cock. Peter gently held her head as he came and encouraged Mona to swallow every drop. To Mona's surprise, she did just that. It did not revile her as much as she expected it would.
Peter bent down, picked up Mona and carried her to the bed. This time it was he who kissed her all over. Peter's gifted tongue and hands began working on Mona's shaven sex. The sensation was overwhelming. Her orgasm was massive and caused her whole body to weaken. Peter snuggled close to her and said, "Mona you are practically a goddess. Making love to you is to know heaven's touch." Mona heard herself thank the King and then, thoroughly spent, she drifted off to sleep.
It was well past evening when Mona awoke. She was alone in the bed and in the bedchamber. Her clothes still strewn where Peter had cast them off. One of the king's guards looked in on her. Noticing that she was awake, the ladies in waiting were summoned. The women arrived with a fresh change of clothes and dressed Mona where she was. It was dinner time so Mona was led to the dining hall.
King Peter was already at the table dining with Remnia's most prominent general. Mona knew him well. The general's eyes hungrily devoured Mona's body head to toe. Mona was instructed to take a seat to the left of King Peter. Another pre-cut meal was placed before her. Mona realized that she was very hungry. When given permission to eat by the King, Mona did so. As she ate she listened to the conversation between the King and general Wessen.