She climbed onto bed, and went to sleep, Sylvia yelped awake when she fell on the ground, why had he just pushed her to the floor.
"What is wrong with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You pushed me off the bed."
"You keep on climbing on top of me, and as I said, you are very heavy, Sylvia. I can't take it any longer."
"What?"
"I'm injured, so I can't put up with it."
"What? I never do that?"
"You do it all the time, but the difference now is that I can feel it."
"So you can't wake me up and tell me like a normal person."
"This way is quicker and sends the message across."
"Wow, you are despicable."
"I just pushed you off. Stop being dramatic."
Sylvia got up and rubbed her hind sight, he was making her very angry. "I'm going back to my chambers."
"No, you are not. Either you come back and don't climb on me, or you sleep on the chair. Don't let me make the guards detain you here. It would be embarrassing for both of us."
"As if you haven't already done that to me."
"Sylvia, I'm tired, and now is not the time to settle grudges or scores. Good night."
Sylvia climbed back on the bed and made sure to make as much space as she could. She couldn't land on the floor again.
"Sylvia, Sylvia."
She opened her eyes, it was sunrise.
"What happened? Why are you waking me up this early?"
"I have a kingdom to run."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"You need to help me with my work."
"But I thought you were sick."
"I can do it in here."
She rolled over, wanting to have a few more moments of sleep. He was to blame, waking her up abruptly in the middle of the night, and her trying to stay awake so that he would not push her to the ground again.
"Give me a few more moments, I will wake up."
"Now, Sylvia!"
She sat up groggily, "Wouldn't hurt for you to be nice for a change."
"Oh, but it does."
The scary part about this was that she didn't know if he was being sarcastic or not.
"For someone who needs my help, you sure are.........…"
"I am what?"
"You know what."
"Finish your sentence before you start something new."
"No."
"What?"
"Let me finish, then."
He nodded, "Carry on."
"Ask me nicely to help you."
"Sylvia."
"Then call one of the maids, or even better, one of your precious concubines to come and help you."
"You are testing my patience."
"Well, I guess it's time for you to learn some."
"Syl.........."
She folded her arms, she was not going to budge on this one.
"We can be here all day, Vernon."
"You are not going to tell me what to do."
"I'm not but I'm not going to help you unless you are polite. I deserve some kindness. You need me more than I need you."
"Fine."
She smiled in satisfaction, "I'm all ears."
"Help me."
"Help you with what?"
"Help me get ready."
He said it roughly, but it was better than the way he usually spoke. So she was a bit satisfied.
"I will take it, now that wasn't hard after all, was it?"
"You are.........…."
"Uhh….uh...remember, you have to be nice to me."
"You are.........…." He stopped mid-sentence.
Sylvia went up to him and balanced him. He was groaning from the pain, but she didn't care. Let him feel how painful it is, this was her revenge for all the times he had inflicted pain on her.
"Funny how you called me heavy last night, but I have to lug you around today. Kick me out of the bed again, and you will figure out how you will manoeuvre without me."
"Do you have to bring this up right now?"
"Yes, I mean holding you up is taking so much of my strength. I'm just showing you how the tables can turn in an instant."
He groaned.
"I could literally drop you right now so you can taste your own medicine from last night."
"You wouldn't dare, Sylvia."
"You don't know me, My Lord."
She got to the bath chambers and helped him undress, till he was left with his bottoms. She helped him into the bath.
Sylvia decided to stay in her night gown, She looked at all his bruises; there were so many. Some old, mixed with new ones.
It was remarkable that he had managed to survive so many of these attacks. This one was nearly fatal, and she wondered how long he could carry on like this.
"Too much for the Queen?"
All she could think about was the blade swipes and lashings he must have faced, she wouldn't wish this upon her worst enemy.
"Must be painful." Those were the first words that came to mind.
"Not really." He shrugged it off as if it were nothing.
She began to wash him gently, and she could tell that he was looking at her hard.
"What?"
He seemed to come out of the trance, "It's..........."
"Yes."
He seemed to change his mind: "Your breasts are showing."
Sylvia looked at her nightgown, her breasts clung to her nightgown, and her nipples showed. She shrieked.
He chuckled,
"I have seen plenty, Sylvia, nothing new."
"For you."
She crossed her arms and dashed out of the bath chambers as fast as her feet carried her, and Vernon's laughter rang out loud.
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