Her Anchor (142 page)

Victor reached up and brushed the hair out of Meredith’s eyes, the curls stuck to her sweaty forehead and they both laughed, completely taken by the moment. Neither could imagine a place they would rather be

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A knock at the door caused Meredith to spring to her feet and scramble to find her clothes around the room. The knocking persisted and when she had pulled on her feet she yelled for whoever it was that was knocking to stop and announcing their purpose. A voice came timidly from the other side of the door.

“Ma’am, we heard screaming. Are you alright?” Meredith swore under her breath and looked over at Victor who was pulling on his pants slowly and was laughing quietly as he watched Meredith attempt to come up with an answer to the question. She pointed at Victor and smiled a vicious type of smile.

“Of course I’m fine. It appears our prince has a much more feminine side than we imagined. Screams like a girl when questioned.” Victor gasped and placed his hands on his hips in disappointment. He mouthed that he couldn’t believe her and she just shook her head smiling. The voice came from the other side of the door and was much more confident.

“I can believe that, ma’am. Glad there are no issues.” Meredith stood and listened as the footsteps faded off into the distance.

“I can’t believe you would do that to me after what I just did to you.” Victor looked shocked and Meredith merely laughed as he finished putting his clothes on. “I hope you don’t think you’re ever going to get anything like that again, because it is not happening.” Meredith ran across the room laughing and pushed him up against the wall.

“No, but they can’t know. I would be ruined.” Her face fell and got incredibly serious. “I’ve seen them kill for lesser offenses. If this came out I would be dragged through the streets.” Victor leaned down and kissed her.

“I wouldn’t let that happen to you.” Meredith shook her head and walked back across the room, buttoning up her shirt. She shook her head and looked back over her shoulder at him.

“I know you mean the best, but there is nothing that you could do to stop them.” Victor didn’t stress the issue, but was resolved to finding out how to see her again and not having to be knocked unconscious to do it. “You better get ready to be tied back up. We’ll release you and the spies, as long as you tell your father to answer our demands.”

“I’ll do my best, but he won’t be happy about the fact that you all kidnapped his son.” Meredith looked at him and shrugged.

“Well than I hope your best is good enough.”

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The rebellion was true to their word and returned him and the men back to the castle. However, Meredith had proposed that she rough him up a bit to make sure that his wounds look legitimate and that she had actually interrogated him. Victor wasn’t entirely up for that idea, but she wasn’t really asking, so much as telling it appeared when she blindsided him with a swift punch to the ribs. After a few minutes of a fury of punches to his chest Meredith called for her other men to bring in the spies and had them tied together in a chain. That was when she laid out their demands.

“Now listen. Our demands are not ridiculous nor are we willing to make any exceptions to these demands.” Meredith had begun pacing around the room and the two other soldiers were standing at attention as she made the speech. “First, the throne must appoint a section of soldiers to patrol the lower city. Crime is rampant and there is no threat of punishment there. Thieves and murderers run free there. Second, the throne must create a system in which children, who have been either abandoned or their parents have been killed, will have a safe haven.” Meredith stopped in the center of the room to deliver the third and final demand. “Third, the king must step down.”

The two spies, even though their faces were swollen and beaten in both groaned and swore. Victor knew that there is no way that the king would agree to the third term. He could potentially sway him on the first two, especially after everything he had seen, but there is no way his father would step down from power. He had made his point very clear that the only reason Victor would ever ascend the throne was if it was due to his death. Victor sat in silence as Meredith looked on over the three of them, tied together on their knees.

“Are there any questions?” Victor looked up at her and there was a strange look that was etched across her face. He couldn’t quite place the expression and looked at the two men behind her who were both smiling from ear to ear and were chuckling to themselves. In that moment, Victor pieced together why Meredith hadn’t wanted to get involved too heavily with him. She knew that the rebellion’s endgame was to kill everyone in his family, himself included. If he was unable to convince his father to resign, they would all be killed by the very people they were supposed to be protecting. Victor hung his head and stood, dragging the other two spies to their feet.

“There are no questions, I see the situation perfectly clear.” Meredith nodded and the two soldiers stepped forward and blindfolded the three prisoners. With that, they were led back out in the cold night and left in the Town Square, tied together, blindfolded, and confused.

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“They want what?” The king’s voice echoed through the Great Hall. Victor stood with the two other prisoners that had been taken and held his chin high while he launched his anger down the long empty hall towards them. “They should have just killed you and sent back your bodies with the demands if it’s a war they want.” Victor’s mother reached over and rested her hand on the king’s arm, but he shook her off and continued his tirade. “They clearly want a war. There is no way that I will ever step down, they will have to kill me.” Victor was never one to speak out against his father, but he couldn’t help himself.

“That’s exactly what they want father. They want to kill you.” The king stood up from his throne and shouted in anger. He began to march down the Great Hall towards his son. As he walked down the long hall he grabbed a knife off one of the tables that was set for a feast that was to be held later that evening. He reached his son and took a handful of his shirt and held him up. He placed the knife up against his throat and drew a small trickle of blood.

“You dare speak against your king.” Victor had grown used to this type of behavior from his father and was not shocked that this was his response. He had become the king for a reason and it was because he got what he wanted through sheer force. Victor held his tongue as his mother looked on in sheer panic and the two spies stood silently with their heads down. “You will learn one day, boy.” The king pulled the knife away from his throat and looked at the two other men. “Have you gone to see the spy master yet?”

The two men shook their heads, but did not make eye contact with the king for fear of his vengeance. The king nodded his approval and looked around the room. “What has been said or done in this room does not leave this room, do we all have an understanding?” The few guards in the room stood at attention and saluted. The king then turned towards the queen who nodded slowly. He turned back to Victor and without breaking eye contact he took the knife and plunged it into the stomach of one of the spies.

The other spy broke away and attempted to run away from the king as the first gasped and grabbed at his stomach. He fell to the ground and tried to stop the bleeding. The other man sprinted down the hall towards the door shouting for help but was caught by two guards that were waiting for him. The king walked slowly after him, the man struggling to break free from the guards’ grasp. As he walked the king wiped off the blood from the knife.

“You shouldn’t have run. You need to complete your duty to the throne. You always knew that death was an option.” The king pulled the knife along the man’s throat and the man let out a strange gurgling noise that Victor had never heard before. As the man went limp in the guards’ arms the king turned and motioned for the other guards around the room. “Clean this up, we are at war.”

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Victor’s father had the guards bring the bodies of the two men to the steps of the castle and had them held high above the gathered townspeople. He then made a rousing speech about how the rebels that had kidnapped, tortured, and killed the men would be held accountable for their crimes and that the throne would never yield to petty thugs who made demands through dead bodies. The few townspeople that had a sliver of love for the king and queen made their voices heard that they would support the throne, but the crowd was seemingly pro-rebellion. Victor waited anxiously for the Meredith to make an appearance but he never saw her.

The day progressed and Victor sat through various planning sessions in which his father assembled the nearby armies to support his cause and by the end of the day Victor found himself full of wine and irritated with all of the solutions his father had come up with. He knew that the only option would be to surrender, but he didn’t want to become the next body that would be held aloft in front of the town. He had spoken out once and the cut on his neck was enough to create a resounding answer of “no.”

The sun set and Victor retired to his quarters to hopefully sleep peacefully one last night before his certain death. However, when he opened the door and bid his guards a good evening, he stepped inside his room and saw what he had been fearing. A masked figure stood in the corner of his room, their eyes were the only thing visible through the slit in the hood and a blade could be seen tucked away in their belt. Victor turned towards the door to cry for help, hopefully finding something that he could defend himself with, but the hooded figure was on him too quickly. A hand wrapped around his mouth and his screams were muffled.

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“Don’t scream, you fool. It’s me,” Meredith whispered into his ear. He stopped his screaming immediately and she released his mouth. He turned around to face her and they both immediately began to kiss. Only a day had passed since they had last seen each other, but the sexual energy that they both felt for the other was palpable. Their hands tore at the others’ clothing and they quickly made their way towards Victor’s bed. Victor started to unfasten Meredith’s cloak when she stopped him and looked him in the eyes.

Her eyes were fearful, but she didn’t stop him and he pulled the cloak off her back, revealing a tight fitting black shirt. Her perky breasts filled the shirt well and he began to massage them through the fabric. Meredith moaned passionately and Victor leaned down, kissing her on the neck. She smelled different this time, instead of smelling like sweat and tasting of salt she smelled like fresh lilac and tasted sweet almost. He took a deep breath and he listened to her laugh.

Her hands had made their way to his shirt and pulled it over his head. He continued to kiss her neck and tease her nipples and her fingers started to create crisscrosses over his back, each nail leaving a slight indention on his skin. He cringed at first, but found that the slight pain was almost erotic. His kisses became faster and he adjusted Meredith under him so that he was able to slide his hands down between her legs.

Victor spread her legs apart and began to rub himself up against her, his dick growing hard and nearly protruding through the top of his pants. As he grinded against her he noticed that a wet spot was forming through her pants. Meredith moaned loudly and reached up from his back and took handfuls of hair in between her fingers, holding his face close to hers as their bodies became intertwined. He pulled away for a moment and unfastened his own pants, allowing his erect dick to spring out of its confinement. Meredith took the opportunity to do the same and slid out of her own pants, kicking them across the room.

Victor laid back on top of Meredith and gently inserted himself. Meredith let out a small gasp and her back instinctively arched in pleasure. He began to slowly thrust then, his hips moving in rhythm with her own hips. Each thrust brought them each closer to their climax, their hands grabbing at exposed skin hoping to find some sort of purchase. However, they both ended up taking fist fulls of blankets to hold on to.

After a few moments of this Victor pulled out and shifted Meredith so that she was laying on her stomach and he spread her ass cheeks apart, using his own legs to keep her legs together as well. Leaning forward he placed his cock back into her pussy. She screamed out his name as he did this, his dick rubbing along her G Spot perfectly. With arms outstretched she grabbed the edges of the bed to stay in place as he began to fuck her harder and harder. Her ass bounced with each pulse until she was moaning with each individual thrust.

Neither lasted long before Victor could feel himself about to cum. Meredith felt herself nearing at the same moment and reached down and began to rub her clit vigorously to make sure that they came together. Within seconds Meredith’s body shuttered, her muscles tensing up and relaxing again. Victor pulled out once again and Meredith spun around, willing her body to move. Holding his cock in one hand and her face in the other, Victor stroked his dick until thick ropes of cum shot out. Meredith was waiting for it, mouth open and took it all. She then leaned forward and sucked his dick slightly as Victor shuttered, his legs nearly giving out.