章 17: Feeding You (I)

'Oh no,' Genevieve cried internally when she heard the king's words. How did things turn this way?

One minute ago, she was trying her best to focus on the delicious meal rather than the king's presence, but now, it turned out the king wasn't satisfied with her miserable discomfort, he wanted to increase it ... by wanting to feed her.

H-how c-could he even t-think of s-such?

"Y-your M-majesty, T-hank you, but I-I can feed m-myself." Uttered Genevieve, unsure of what to do next. She tightly gripped the sides of her dress, suppressing the urge to run out of the dining room.

However, the king's piercing stare on her only increased, as he tilted his head further, "Is that a no, Genevieve?"

Her eyes widened, at his threatening look, "No..I-I mean, y-you are the K-king, Your M-majesty. H-how c-could you feed m-me?"

Maximilian's lips curled into a smug smile, his eyes glittering with amusement, at seeing her reaction. "Exactly, Genevieve, I am the king," he said, his voice dripping with a taunting mirth. "I do as I please. And what I please is to feed you. Now move closer, Genevieve, and show me how good you can be."

Genevieve's hands trembled as she fought to keep control of her emotions which grew more anxious. "But, Your Majesty, I don't…"

Maximilian's voice cut her off, low and deep, "Are you refusing my kind offer, Genevieve?"

It wasn't that the king of Darkshire was outrightly forcing her, but his words and stares….. were so intensely compelling and intimidating that she found herself nearly unable to resist.

"Let me tell you Genevieve…. Do you know the best kind of meal one can ever have?"

The timid girl obliviously shook her head, making his smile widen further, "It is the meal directly given by the king himself. And here you are refusing such a gold offer people would kill for. How disheartening." the king dramatically clicked his tongue.

Genevieve was still struggling with the idea of being fed by the king, despite his attempts at persuasion. She was sincerely praying for the king to drop his crazy fantasies, however, Maximilian didn't intend to let her slide off the hook.

Maximilian's eyes narrowed dramatically, his voice taking on an edge of eeriness. "Genevieve, I am offering you a rare honor here, one that most would give their right arm for. Are you truly going to refuse my offer?"

"But...but, Your Majesty, I...I am undeserving to be fed by you," Genevieve stuttered, her voice barely audible.

"Undeserving?" Maximilian repeated, with a click of his tongue. "What a lousy thing to say, Genevieve. Shall I perhaps remind you that you are my bride? Who is more deserving of a king than his prized possession?"

Others may have taken the king's words to be kind and adoring, but Genevieve knew it was otherwise. Sarcastic and daunting.

Genevieve could feel the pressure building in her fragile heart. This morning, she had never dreamt of sharing a table with the king for breakfast, talking more of being fed by him.

From the rumors she had heard, the king of Darkshire was supposed to be a reserved man who rarely spoke or smiled, wearing an impenetrable look. But he turned out to be the opposite.

He was a sarcastic king, who never ran out of words and constantly wore a daunting smile that creeped her.

Internally sighing, Genevieve uttered the last defense in her head. "Your Majesty. But….but people will talk.."

Maximilian echoed, his voice dripping with derision. "What, pray tell, Genevieve? People will talk about what?"

"That…that t-the king of Darkshire is f-feeding m-me." She responded with a deep gulp

"Anyone who gossips about a mere fork being slid into a princess' mouth deserves to have their bones and skulls decorating the scaffold. " He said, making her eerily think about his words.

Maximilian skipped the part of telling her that no one would dare walk into this place without his permission. He was bent on making her comply with his desires, not by force, but by compulsion. He already knew she couldn't resist his offer.

"Quick. Come closer, Genevieve. We don't have all day…but I certainly do " his lips curled villainously.

Genevieve, unable to resist, exhaled deeply, and soon she found herself moving close to the king. But upon their sudden closeness, a weird feeling was struck in her heart which she couldn't comprehend. With a racing heart, her eyes saw the king move towards the plate, reaching for the fork.

As Maximilian reached for the fork, Genevieve's heart nearly stopped. She wanted to protest again, to tell him that she could feed herself, but her words caught in her throat.

Slowly, the king scooped up a bite of food and brought it to her lips. Genevieve hesitated for a moment, her body tensing before she opened her mouth and let the food slide in.

In her mouth, the feel of the food suddenly became different. It felt heavy like she was carrying a rock in her mouth….or maybe it was because of the piercing gray eyes, staring unwaveringly at her.

It was delicious, but she couldn't enjoy it, not like this, especially when the king was only a foot away and he was personally feeding.

She was silently and slowly chewing the food when she heard him comment."I didn't bite…did I, Genevieve?"

The frozen girl let out a shaky breath, shaking her head, "N-no, Milord."

"Though…." He suddenly drawled, "I wonder how the food would taste if I fed it to you directly from my mouth."

Genevieve immediately stiffened, when she heard those words, and to this Maximilian smiled, his eyes glittering with amusement.

"It would taste so divine if I directly fed you for my mouth, wouldn't it?"

Genevieve's heart was pounding like a war drum. She knew she would eventually pass out if such a thing eventually happened…. she didn't even want to imagine the possibilities in her head.

Meanwhile, Maximilian had no plans of doing such, but he couldn't help the need to race her small heart.

However, when he could feel her panic building up, he coaxed her panic with a deep low voice" Relax, Genevieve. I have no plans of doing such. Not unless I intend to watch you drop on the ground from a heart attack. The last thing I have in my for you is a burial, Genevieve.,"

Somehow…the king of Darkshire found it very strange but pleasing. In times past, he loved to torture his captives for his amusement, just like last night. However, feeding a girl was the last thing he thought would have excited his nerves…and here he was.

The king of Darkshire didn't stop at just feeding her once, he slowly and deliberately took hold of the fork in a very daunting manner, feeding it to her. And each time the food neared her mouth, Genevieve just opened up like she was spellbound.

With each fork she was forced to eat, she felt her throat getting tighter, and the food she was eating got blander.

Genevieve prayed to the heavens that the king would swiftly end this torture, and true to her prayers, just that moment, the king dropped the fork back to the plate with a clang, wearing a satiated look on his face that made her breath in relief.