A king can have any woman his heart desires. He can leave his bride’s chambers for that of another, and another, and another. He will mistake her broken heart for illness, send her off to a cottage in the country with healing waters while he philanders with his mistresses throughout the halls of the palace. The vibration of the bodies still felt through the cushion of the queen’s throne seat when she returns.
He impregnates women, populates half the kingdom with his bastards, meanwhile, his queen’s womb is left empty. She is the hallow shell of a woman. Unloved, unwanted, until a poet comes to court and sweeps her off her feet with his eloquent words.
She chuckles to herself when he reads his poem to the king’s pleasure. Hearing her words from the night before repeated back to her, “Dear heart, how like you this?” Remembering his moist lips on her shoulder as he loosened her gown from behind.
But an adulterous queen is treason.
He doesn’t have the heart to watch her head tumble into a blood-soaked basket. Still lips meeting her lover’s one last time. He’s whisked another mistress off to Calais for the weekend.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly challenge where you write a story in 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) using the provided photo prompt as inspiration. I apologize for going over the word limit today. Creativity has been slow this week, so I had to snatch it up when it came. Thanks, Sonya, for inspiring this story with your photo! You may have helped me kick my writer’s block.