Page 6 of Daddy King

Chapter Three

Mina

I have never been more afraid of anything than facing the ruthless and deviously handsome ruler of the southern territories.

Thinking back, maybe it wasn’t a bright idea to run out of the room after hearing what he will do to my ‘fiancé’ and his ‘kingdom’. I don’t want to drag an innocent man into this problem that I have not the faintest clue of how it had happened.

After meeting with Helena’s fiancé for a brief moment to let him engage in a conversation as a friend to see whether if he’s fit to be by her side. He was a gentleman with a soft voice, somewhat passive about many things. I have only seen him passionately speaking about the orphanage he had set up to help the children who were helpless in his father’s nation.

He has a sense of compassion, I approve of him because I want what's best for Helena, so I continue to act to get more information out of him. His name is Frederick of a small territory ruled under the Queen of the West, his father is an advisor to the Queen, but that is the most I can get out of him.

Sir Frederick is more enamored with Helena, I thank heaven that he isn’t interested in me. It would be a terrible thing to break it to him that I wasn’t Helena and that he would have to marry a woman that is a fraud.

He saved me from the frightening tyrant by bursting through the door, looking for me to speak to me privately. I didn’t need the chance of escape to be stolen from me when it so graciously offered by the unsuspecting man.

I had run out with a pair of burning dark eyes searing onto my back. King Leon could have held onto me, force me to stay against my will, but he let me go and I dread to know what he had planned in that brilliant mind of his.

Nothing good, I shudder.

Helena had the car ready for our return to the Ennis castle as the ball had ended, it made me wonder how long I was under the influence of the King. She told me how Sir Frederick had been filled in the scheme the both of us had cooked up, I apologized to the kind nobleman for my dishonesty. He had a good heartfelt laugh as he was not angry at me, I didn’t need another man in such high status to be upset with me.

As if King Leon wasn’t enough.

When we got into our limo, I spilled everything to her; from the embarrassing caveman carry over the shoulder to the fact that the man wants to marry me, and I had no say in this.

Helena had no remorse when she laughed the whole way back to the castle, at least my misery would give her joy for the night.

She told me to sleep on the thought as she will also help me if it’s needed.

Of course it’s needed. The title of fiancée, loosely speaking, is thrown at me by the scariest man ever lived.

He doesn’t know me and I don’t know him, this isn’t some middle age era where I can just marry a man just because he said so. Women have rights and are independent, we don’t need men to support us for the rest of our lives while we do housework and take care of the babies they expect us to pop out.

I couldn’t sleep the entire night, too jittery and too nervous because if the rumors are correct about the savage beast. It’s best if he doesn’t come looking for a girl named Mina at the Ennis Kingdom.

Maybe he will find a different Mina somewhere, but that thought sours my mouth.

I don’t want him to have some other woman in his arms, his very muscled and strong arms. I think I saw a swirl of ink lines on his skin that peeked from the sleeves of his three-piece suit.

God, he’s big.

Every patch of skin steamed with fury and power, flaring with crackles as it consumes my air to fuel its own ember.

The strength he had under the suit makes me draw back the confusion as to why a king would not have guards surrounding him like the princesses and princes at the ball. King Leon most likely has the ability to fight ten armed men and come out as the winner, and he carried me off the room like I’m a stack of potato.

That isn’t conclusive proof of how strong he can be, but I didn’t want to stay long enough to find out. Not when he looked at me with so much hunger etched on his face, luring me with those mysteriously dark eyes.

His strength doesn’t stop at his imposing physicality, it’s the way he spoke and handled situations where no one is able to defy his orders.

I know that because after I have gotten Helena dressed for the day, I went on to do my duties of cleaning her room and finishing up the final touches of the dusting when Helena came running to me in the middle of the hallway where everyone can witness her wild hair flying.

Not a proper way to see a lady, but Helena hadn’t cared as she only wanted me to know that the King of Sosis was there, demanding my presence be graced to him.

The ‘or’ was left unspoken, by him or Helena, but I was hurried to the throne room with pity written on all the passing servants’ faces. When she saw the fear on my face, her mind had changed, and she steered us to another part of the castle, away from the throne room with enough distance for her to think of a plan to work out this situation.

“Hide here!” she hisses loudly, pushing me up on the table where it is directly above an air vent.

I look inside and it’s cleaner than the kitchen, and the head maid cleans that place so meticulously that any dust would result in the shutdown of the kitchen to be sanitized. She takes her job to the heart and her pride lays on her reputation of cleanliness.

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