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Zylith.

I felt like enlightenment had graced me for the first time in my life.

The realization that stupidity comes in all forms and sizes, some of them even looks like the archaic Royal sitting in front of me, hit me hard.

In the room that was twilight and dimly lit, I blinked, unable to make even a squeak and silently stared at the king whose eyes were resting on me like I was a shot of single malt.

Now I knew for sure, there never existed something called a perfect man. If you can show me a perfect man then I will show you a leprechaun, riding a unicorn over a double rainbow, with a fairy holding a pot of gold at the end of it all.

".... Well? Will you reveal the whereabouts of the painter so that I can recruit him as my personal court artist?" He poked further to get an affirmative answer from me.

Where in hell would I be able to bring in the erotic painter that painted the 21st century 3D porn magazine? Should I haul a printer at his pervy face?

I gritted my teeth a bit harder while pondering about how I should reply to this guy's inquiries.

But without letting up a breath, he kept nudging me for an answer, "What are you thinking about with such a grim face? I promise I won't wrong him. He shall be well rewarded for his services." Reuben promised very solemnly. His eyes shone with such earnestness that they looked like he was dripping impassion out of his eyes.

Services!? What services?

I couldn't help but make a face when I looked at him. As I thought, no matter the era, men are all beasts. The thought that he wanted to hire an X-rated painter to be his personal court artist said a lot about his immoral nature. I imagined all kinds of lewd off-coloured images of himself and the palace women being painted on sheets as he laid with them to pose for the pictures. I wondered how he would be able to control himself without moving for hours to come, considering his beastly nature.

"I shall pray for self-control to not abandon you Sire." I silently nodded my head.

"What!!?" He looked at me in a cross-eyed manner as if to scrutinize me for my accidental slip of tongue.

"What! Nothing!! Erm...well, sometimes the thoughts in my head gets so bored that they tend to take a stroll through my mouth. So sire, I beg you to beware and not mind my occasional word vomit." I tried shrugging it off to divert his attention from my tongue slip for I feared I would be pinned down again and assaulted to spit out my mind. And then, things could only go downhill.

"Is that so?" His analysing gaze got even more fervid due to my words, as well as my fear of him jumping me.

"Ah! Look how late it is already Your Highness. I must let you know that I am a very heavy sleeper. If I don't wake up after you shake me off a few times tomorrow, just turn this on and shine it into my face while shouting my name. It works with a hundred percent guarantee." I showed Reuben a thumbs up while handing him the mini torch after taking it out of my bag.

Fortunately, his mind was finally diverted as he inspected the torch with unflagged attention.

Twisting and purling it to probe the unknown device in his hands.

"What is this?" He asked with knitted brows.

"Ah! Let me show you." I said and took the torch from him and lit it up into his face, consequently scaring the daylights out of him.

"Woah!!!" He jumped off the bed and scurried to the far-off corner of the bed in alarm.

"Wow, relax. It's a torch." I said with a small smile daubed to my lips. It was a rare sight to see the scardy cat side of the mighty King Reuben. "It's used to light up the darkness, like a lantern.

Look." I turned the torch off and then on again to emphasize the working mechanism of the device.

He slowly came closer to me and took the torch from me to try it on his own accord.

"Amazing!" Reuben exclaimed in wonder.

"Isn't it?" I let out a small smirk as I watched him play with the torch.

"Where did you get this magical device?" He asked with twinkly eyes.

"Well, I have my ways." I smiled, "It's yours now. Consider it a wedding gift." And spear me for tonight. I thought the latter half inside my head.

"Really?" He raised his brows in amazement, clearly very pleased with the gift.

"Yeah, it's a very convenient tool for waking me up besides working like an illuminant." I said.

"I see." He suddenly smiled back. His smile bared resemblance to a goofy kid who was just handed his favourite candies. "Thank you very much. I shall treasure it greatly."

And then, out of the blue, my wrist was pulled by an immense force and the next moment I fell gracefully on the chest of the mummy king.

Reuben had me trapped in his arms and was ogling at me with a feverish gaze. I, on the other hand, widened my eyes to the point where they were about to fall off my sockets; dread shrouding me as I struggled to leave his arms.

'What is wrong with this guy? Didn't I just give him an awesome stimulant? Why is he sticking to me like a super-glue now?'

"Why do you look so pained my queen?" The guy sneered as his hold on me got tighter. "I'm just trying to show my gratitude for the amazing wedding gift."

Damn it! Damn it all. I never should have bothered with this guy. Who knew that he is the kind to bite the hand that feeds him.

I cursed inside my head while my face couldn't help but get a little bit bitter.

"Scared?" His smile never left his lips but it gave rise to an ominous feeling in my heart.

I felt his grip around me get even tighter as he leaned closer to me, his gaze still feverish. All the while, my pupils were getting wider and wider whilst his face came nearer and nearer to me.

'Oh Hell! Oh Hell! Oh Hell! I'm so defiled today.'

PLOP!

In the next moment, I was on the bed, sinking into the soft pillow and he was right on top of me, his gaze getting more and more zealous. I felt his cold hands getting under my clothes and the touch on the bare skin was like a jolt of electricity spreading thoughout my body and then I knew, I was really defiled today.

In a muddled haste, I closed my eyes for I had seen my impending doom and suddenly spread my hands wide on the bed in defeat. Even if I tried to resist, it's not like I could escape if he really wanted me.

"Oh well, come at me you pervy mummy."

And then, I waited for the imminent attack with a pounding heart and nervously closed eyes. But it never came, instead I felt an abrupt waft of air being blown into my sensitive ears. And I shuddered like an agitated cat all over, the hairs on my back skin standing up under the airy assault.

I opened my eyes wide and stared into the amused eyes of Reuben as he still laid atop me, looking like he was very satisfied with my reaction.

"Relax Fake Lizzy, I can't attack you when you label me as the Pervy Mummy. I'd rather you call me Pervy husband." His eyes were smiling like they had stars embedded inside of them.

Whereas I, just realized that I had yet again word vomited and spoke my mind out loud.

Mortification was the least expanse of a word I would use to describe my condition. I looked like someone had kicked me in the rear while I just sat there being the stupid sitting duck to take the kick head-on.

And then, he started laughing like he was a druggie on laughing gas. Slamming the bed while he quivered uncontrollably. The guy was laughing so hard that he looked like a retarded seal who was slapping its forelimbs because it choked on its own spit and as result, couldn't breathe.

I shifted to the side and could do nothing but only stare at him with a deadpanned look on my face. Soon mere seconds became several minutes but there was no sign of Reuben stopping his crazed titters. I even feared the bed would collapse under his sniggering assail.

Then, he pulled me closer, hugging me while snuggling deeper with me. I could describe myself as a stiff log as I stayed, laid in his arms, anxious to the extreme if I might add.

"Relax." He muttered to me, "I won't force you if you don't want to. I might be a pervert, but I assure you that I'm not a beast."

His verbal assurance meant fart to me, but could I ask for a word in writing in the middle of the night?

"Sleep before I change my mind." He whispered in a droning tone and I didn't dare refute any longer.

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Morning followed a restless wedding night. Normally I was a heavy sleeper but due to the anxiety and worry of being attacked in the middle of the night, the quality of my sleep had relegated a lot. So, what woke me up was the annoying chirping of the birds in Reveldron. I couldn't help but wonder what the f**k are birds so excited about early at the crack of dawn?

Reluctantly so, when I finally opened my tired eyes, what graced my sight was an overly perfect face. Damn the symmetry and flawless skin. I was rudely reminded of the previous night's events when I stared at Reuben's beautiful sleeping face.

The man really looked like a harmless angel who descended from Heaven when he was asleep. No one would believe he was the same Perverted mummy if they were to see him now. My stunned gaze slowly descended from his handsome face down towards his neck and then to his impeccable clavicle.

Wait.... Impeccable clavicle!?

"!!???"

My distorted eyes certainly retained their lucidity when they descended further down to look at a pair of sturdy, firm lick-worthy abs in display.

No, you didn't read wrong. It was a pack of six drool-worthy abdominal muscles, rich and defined; what's better was that I had them right under my grasp. Imagine my pleasant surprise.

My innocent arms were nicely wrapped around my new husband, who was fully clothed the previous night but suddenly became topless the next morning, and my unintended hand was placed right on top of his beautiful abdominal muscles. It's not that I minded, in fact I was very pleased to touch such richness, but you see.... having such perfectness under the clutches of a girl who never had a taste of real abs in her life and could only drool over hot models on a flat screen, well in one word, it was quite 'Dangerous'.

I don't remember for how long I ogled at a shirtless Reuben, but according to my estimation it would be well over ten minutes.

The guy's body was like a faultless art, every sculpture was a perfect shape, as if carved out of precision. His body looked so perfect that I felt him glowing in excellence. I soon realized that I was looking at the guy like I would look at my favourite brand of chocolate. I was like a ravenous wolf with red shining bright eyes which spoke of all the things I imagined of doing to the guy's body. To be honest, Reuben's flawlessness did irk me a bit, but under the glowing brilliance of his immaculate abs, I completely, utterly lost.

The hand wrapped around him was itching for some action but with an iron will of the Almighty God, I somehow restrained myself from committing a crime of assault. I feared that if I let go of the last strain of remaining sanity in me, I would quite literally gobble up the unfortunate man.

My hand, that resided on his abdomens were slightly shaky for it didn't know what to do and I really felt sympathetic towards it. Here, there was fresh delicious meat right in front of it and my hand which had but just a bite of this fresh meat, could not afford to take another bite. I really did pity my poor hand.

It wanted to, so very badly feel and touch more of the delicious abs but it feared that if it moved and went hayway on Reuben's body, he would inevitably wake up. And then, I would inexorably become 'The certified Pervert'.

What should my hand do? What should my hand do!?

I visibly saw my poor hand sweat for it felt so helpless and indecisive. I was stuck somewhere between 'I don't want to be a certified pervert' and 'Opportunities knock at your door only once'. I bit my lips hard in sheer tension and finally couldn't take it anymore.

My #innocent little hand hovered lightly over his firm body and under my unrestrainable desire, it stroked and pinched without any moderation. Before long, when I found out that the guy was really deep into his sleep, I stopped being cautious and let my hand run around wild; which apparently seemed to be a mistake, because I heard what distinctly sounded like a muffled soft moan and I felt visible goosebumps decorate my skin the next second.

Did he wake up? What should I do if he were to wake up and see my hand that was touching him obse_ Ahem!

Inappropriately? Will he be smug and jump me, or will he be disgusted with me?

All kind of scary thoughts occupied my mind as my hands sweated even more under the imminent stress. I was in a dilemma over what to do.

Should I silently take off my hand or let it rest there? Would he wake up if I moved my hand?

But my tangled-up thoughts flew out of the window the moment I saw a nice modest tent built up at the middle of his bestrode thighs.

And then I flipped.

SLAP!!!

"Ooww!!" A startled Reuben was rudely awoken by a vicious slap to his abdomens. He groaned and grunted and sat up straight to look at me with puzzled insipid eyes. Reuben ran his hand through the stubble of sexy locks that had stretched over his scalp, thicker than a freshly harvested field as his muddled eyes came into focus with the light around.

"Wha-What happened?"

His throaty hoarse voice fell into my ears and I shrank my head a little bit more to avoid his inquisition. I slightly felt my sheepishness was strongly oozing out of my frame.

"N-Nothing really." I muttered back.

Then he narrowed his eyes a bit more as if in query, and slowly lowered his head to look down at the red welt left behind by my very #innocent hand, the red handprint on his smooth abdomen looked very fierce and inflamed, as if angrily glaring back at its spectators.

Staring at the sore-looking handprint, I couldn't help but swallow hard. But in my defence, I would like to blame it all on the tent in his pants.

Reuben's head slowly reared up to look at me, his expression gradually morphing from that of a puzzled being to an extremely annoyed one, and I very smoothly avoided his gaze by staring up into space.

Why do I feel that I was not meant to be subtle?

To be Continued.........