All Chapters of Beg For Mercy: The Husband You Humiliated is a king.: Chapter 41
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Episode 41
Rolf and Lysander left free City and came down to Stonequay City the following day. Rattling cart was using in riding the two Cousins. Inside, the two was silently, not saying little as the mud-spattered countryside gave way to the familiar, cramped streets of Stonequay City. There were back! The familiar smell of Stonequay City which was of thick of fish, damp earth, and woodsmoke, was a scent Lysander both despised and, now, he felt a twisted pride in returning to. Close to Lysander inside the cart, made Rolf totally numb..Occasionally, he will look outside the window to see where they are. Soon, the cart stopped not at Rolf’s house, but before a low, long building that served like a garrison for the men who ensured the Stonequay City fragile and brutal order was kept. Lysander chuckle as he jump down from the cart with a low grunt, his boots sinking into the soft mud of the roadway. “Out,” Lysander's voice sounded like a rumble. Rolf nodded as he jumped out quickly like h
Episode 42
With a loud thud, the room door closed, blocking down the loud noise from the tavern downstairs. Inside the room the only sounds were the crackle of the low fire and their soft breaths. Godric didn’t give her a moment to speak. He backed the lady, Rosa, she’d said her name when they met at the tavern. Against the wall, Godric body was caging hers as his mouth claimed hers again. The kiss wasn't gentle, infact it was all heated as the clash of their tongues and teeth were the only sound heard. Godric’s hands, which were hard gripped the lady’s framed face, his thumbs rough against the soft skin of her cheeks. She melted into him with a soft, moan sound, her own hands sliding up his chest, tangling in the fine linen of his shirt. By the saint! She tasted different. she tasted of cheap wine and berries. Godric groaned into her mouth, his kiss softening for a brief moment, before becoming more deeper and more exploring. Her fingers moved to the leather ties at the throat of his
Episode 43
Godric carriage stopped at the gate of the Brotherhood Silver Hand Guild and he stepped down, his boots hitting the ground, one hand smoothing the expensive piece of his doublet.(Jacket) Appearances matter, Godric thought, especially when you’re about to finalise a big project from the hands of the boss. A smug smile spread across his face as he adjusted his cuff. His plan was perfect. Finalise the Peckham contract with the new Guild Head. Then, with the authority of a new business partner, he’d casually mention the incompetence of Arthur. A suggestion of getting him fired. And then… the main event. He’d sent a page to Rolf about an hour ago. "Wait for me outside the Silver Hand with your men." The instruction was simple. Once Arthur was officially humiliated and out of a job, Rolf and his thugs would finish the job. Godric chuckled to himself, a low, unpleasant sound as he ran his idea back. Just then, the rhythmic clip-clop of a single horse drew his attention. He looked u
Episode 44
Godric’s mouth was hung open as he was still utterly speechless. The sharp crack of the slap was still hurting Rolf. He held a hand to his cheek, his eyes wide with pure confusion. What in the bloody hells just happened? Before Godric could find his voice, Lysander, gave a stiff, formal bow to Arthur again. “Please, Arthur,” Lysander rumbled, his voice carrying a low authority vibe that commanded silence. “Do not be offended by my cousin’s lack of sense and his… ill manner. He speaks without thinking.” Godric finally found his tongue, as he yelled with rage. “Lysander! What in the Saint’s name are you doing? This… this Arthur is nothing but a common scoundrel! My cousin’s worthless ex-husband! A bloody nobody!” Lysander head turned slowly, his eyes shifting from Arthur to Godric. The change in his expression was quick and ugly. The high-born look he’d given Arthur vanished and was replaced by a cold, hard seriousness. His eyes, pale and flinty, locked onto Godric. Godric’s
Episode 45
Since Aethelred, Godric and even Maren weren't able to finalise the project with the New Head, Elara sees it as an opportunity to try her luck. God’s teeth, Maren hissed, her frown deepening into a scowl. She shoved her purse aside. “Send you there to do what? To humiliate the Peckham? My father and Godric couldn’t get the New Heae to put quill to parchment, what makes you think the New Head will even grant you an audience?” “Because I won’t stomp into his guildhall smelling of horse and arrogance,”Elara retorted, with a taunt.She tilted her chin up, a smug little smile playing on her lips. “Perhaps I’ll employ a touch of business tactics instead of trying to whore him..." From her high-backed chair near the hearth, the Old Lady of the house cleared her throat. Her voice was dry, like parchment being crumpled, but it carried an immediate authority that made all all eyes turned to her. She took a slow sip of watered wine, her aged fingers steady around the cup. “Elara is not en
Episode 46
The first thing that hit Lady Philippa nose when pushed the door opened was thr scent of jasmine and dried spicier. Elara stood up seeing the door pushed open as her her wool skirt drab against the tapestries sweeping the stone walls. Air left her lungs in when she saw it Lady Philippa. She wanted cuss Philippa out right now but the thoughts only lasted for seconds. She needs to get this project finalised today. Her throat felt tight for second before she cleared it. She swallowed hard, the sound loud in the quiet room. "Hello, Lady Philippa." Before, those words would have been paired with a bow. Elara used to see Lady Philippa as a big genius and a woman of grace and strength who commanded a merchant guild in a world of men but that was before. Before Lord Gideon’s force take, "Bloody hell. Lady Philippa is developing feelings for that scoundrel of Arthur!" he had told the Peckham family. "I saw it with my own eyes. She was even showing him around the guild." And also before
Episode 47
Godric kept walking on the busy street, his boots made a series of sound as he walked.He should have taken his horse, but right now, his mind was a mess as he was trying really hard to wrap his mind on what really happened at the Brotherhood Silver Hand Guild. Lysander bowing to Arthur with the utmost respect. That scene was still very vivid at the back of his head and It kept replaying in his mind that made Godric frustrated. The proud and notorious Lysander, who could make a mere guard flinch with just his stare did bow to Arthur with respect. That commoner Arthur. The same Arthur Godric had seen shoveling muck and enduring the petty ill-treatment of the Peckham family in the name of loving Elara.What did I miss? The question was ringing relentless like a drum in Godric skull.Or perhaps that scoundrel is secretly a high-born? Of course not! Godric rejected the idea instantly, making him to hiss loudly. "Bloody hell Godric! You're just over thinking it.. No noble son would
Episode 48
Slap! Slap! The sound of her palm against his cheek was shockingly loud. His head snapped to the side. By the saints! He stumbled back a step, his ears ringing, his open arms falling uselessly to his sides. He brought a hand up to his face, his fingers pressing against the cheek. He’d been slapped too often of late, and this one was no less shocking. He looked at Isabella, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What in the bloody hell was that for?” he hissed. “What did I do?” Her answer was another sharp, open handed blow from the other side. This one was harder, snapping his head back the other way. The world stopped for a while as the focus was the hurt look in Isabella's eyes. “Why?” Godric finally managed to asked, the word scraping out of his throat.“Isabella, for God’s sake, why would you do that?” Isabella's brows deepened. “You dare ask me that?” Her voice was low as she was trying hard not to breakdown in front of Godric. “I own this house, Godric. This brothel is my hous
Episode 49
This chapter contains mature/explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.You can skip this chapter and continue with the next one the story will still make sense.......The soft groan from the corner of the chamber only made Lord Gideon brows deepened again and again. Elara had been a pain for him since she came over. She had been cussing both Arthur and Lady Philippa for the 80/20 split.Elara had stopped right in Gideon's manor immediately she left the Brotherhood Silver Hand. “And the disrespect of it, Gideon! To be walk away from by that sconces as if I were some commoner!” She hissed. “And Lady Philippa. That woman has always been a viper. Smiling to my face while she poisons the New Head’s mind.”Gideon totally ignored her as he dipped his quill, his focus on the figures on the parchment. The harvest yields from his northern estates were disappointing again.“And Arthur,” Elara spat the name again and Gideon’s hand stilled for a second. “Running errand like a house boy
Episode 50
When Arthur left Elara in the meeting room, he walked back to his personal chamber only to see his steward waiting for him at the door. Arthur raised an eyebrow. “My lord,” the steward murmured, bowing his head slightly. Arthur pushed off the door entering inside as the steward followed. “Everything alright?” “Aye, my lord.” The steward said as he extended a hand, showing a single, folded page. “A rider just delivered this, said it was for your eyes only.” Arthur nodded as he took it and then the steward left. Arthur turn the other side of the page and seeing the familiar, unique seal pressed into the wax, his brows deepened. Only one household uses a rampant bear to carved deep into red wax.His father’s seal. He walked strode back to the chamber door, slid the heavy bolt to lock the door shut, and then tore the page, cracking the seal. The page was from his father. The message was brief and to the point. Bjorn was back, the letter stated, specifically to keep an eye on