Shara's Scandal…

The morning is beautiful to you. You wished Meiyue would choose to stay in bed with you a bit longer but you also understand what she wanted. You probably would want your family to visit if you were sent to China to marry someone.

The sun is peaking out behind thick clouds after last night's storm, and seagulls from the waterway could be heard talking to each other. Today the smell of pig shit is being carried out by the wind to sea. You love sausage and bacon, so you had long since trained yourself to not mind the smell as much. It seemed like a fair trade.

Abruptly your bedroom door burst open with a bang. A thoroughly upset Shara strode into your room and trailing behind her were Dobra and Misha.

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“That is not right!”

Meiyue looked to you for explanation but you shrug, conveying your own confusion. “Go find my mother, we will meet this afternoon. I will… solve whatever is the new problem.”

Your mother had said that ‘diplomacy’ between cultures with such different values is fool hardy. That explained the reason your father never went beyond simple punitive measures to control their raiding. Perhaps something had been lost in translation again.

The three of them had come to the capital in your absence. Apparently you consummating relationship with the two daughters before leaving had left permanent effect; Dobra's two daughters aside herself are pregnant. You had not realized they wanted to be with you fully. Hopefully they left someone capable as regent for their tribe.

Upon returning from the trip to Xiangqi's residence with Meiyue & Siew Chew on tow, you did meet the three of them with your mother, wanting to introduce them to her. But the meeting lasted for a short while since you had something else that needed attention. Maybe that's where the anger began with Shara; She was jealous. It was a reasonable motive to attribute to her.

Meiyue deftly avoided the furious barbarian woman and exited the room still dressed in your cloths. Her cloths seemed to just piss Shara off further. Interestingly enough… the mother and sister only seem more embarrassed by Shara's behavior.

“What is the problem now?”

Misha tried in vain to defuse the situation. “Your highness, we knew what we were agreeing to when we… consummated… our relationship…” You found her blushing over telling words rather cute. Especially since she is far friskier in the throes of passion. “… However, Shara has seemed to get it in her head somehow, that we were promised more than we were.”

You raised an eyebrow at your concubine, “Are you now dissatisfied with the relationship?”

Misha curses under her breath but shakes her head… “No… sir, I… I like you a lot… maybe I am actually falling in love with you… You treat us all with more humility and compassion than anyone in our position deserve. My sister is just being hormonal… probably from being pregnant.”

You make a note to consider how to change Misha's opinion on the matter more favorably. Being treated better than other conquered people is hardly an endorsement from a lover favored by you.

“Lies!!! Grievance I have with you… King…” It amazed you that the phrase sounds like an insult when spoken by Shara. “… yes I do… I offered myself to you, and you took it. You promise to lay with me to produce child, you’re being more for me to compete with, and then you take foreigner as a wife.

“We were told you wanted harem instead of wife. We were before that… that bitch.”

Your eyes narrowed as sights, sounds, smells, et cetera all became a distant thought. All other senses seem to be drowned out in this abrupt conflict. The next thing you know, you’re across the room and hear an echo from a face slap. You then realize the slap is from you against Shara's left cheek.

Shara’s face is red more from the embarrassment of being struck, than actual damage. Out of principle, you have avoided your entire life striking a woman outside of combat. Yet you refused to apologize for this.

“That will be your Queen… go back to your village and think about your next course of action. If the next thing you do is anything other than coming back here to apologize on your knees, then I will crush you and your tribe. Do you understand?” You have had enough of people trying to foment rebellion. That is precisely the point of your deal with Dobra and her daughters. You were **** to accept any additional concubine precisely because of the danger in inspiring jealousy or whatever Shara is choosing to think.

Several minutes pass with pure shock and dismay etched on the faces of Misha & Dobra. However, their eyes were locked on Shara with their disapproval. You yourself find yourself angrier than you have ever been in your life. That scared you a little because you are a little confused as to why.

Shara erupted in barbarian rage but apparently decided to turn her back on you. Before she crossed the threshold of your room, she stopped and pause.

Through clenched teeth Shara commands, “Misha, mother, come… we are leaving. Your plan failed.”