Z'aale Zarkon stirred and stretched. He was instantly awake as he opened his eyes. He smirked as he saw her asleep beside him. What wouldn't he give for Alfor to have seen this! Perhaps whatever realm Alfor dwelled, he knew and would be tormented. Zarkon rather hoped so. It was only fitting that Alfor suffer for what he tried to do.
He noticed that Allura had tried to move as far away from him as possible, despite his grip upon her waist. He frowned. He couldn't have that, now could he? But first, he needed to get up for moment. He released her, got up and went to the baths. A few moments later, he came back and climbed under the covers. Normally, once he was up, he did not go back to bed, but he would make an exception. After all, he was ruler of all the Galaxy, if he couldn't indulge himself, who could?
He looped an arm around her and brought her close, enjoying her warmth. A slight moan of protest escaped her. He ignored it, of course. He held her and thought about the coming day. Oh, it would be an exciting one, for he would hold his first roebeast tournment - the first he had in years. There were many promising contestants - of course they would all wind up dying, but they would give a good fight before that. The field would be littered with bodies and stained with blood again as it had been in the old days.He was sure the betting would be fierce, for Hagar had recently revived all her old roebeasts from suspended animation and they were ready to draw blood. She had also created some new ones as well that were supposed to be pretty formidable. He hope so. There was nothing worse than a roebeast that had the look, but no substance. Zarkon looked at Allura and smiled. She would get to see her first tournament. He wondered if she would faint or become sick. Many women did. He had to admire her fortitude. With all the goings-on in the throne room last night, she had paled visibly but did not get sick. He couldn't abide such weakness in anyone - unless it worked to his advantage. No, one could not be weak.It was the way of the ages - the weak making way for the strong. He was strong. He knew he was. His take over of all the Alliance worlds had proven it. He wrestled it away from the weaklings who believed his lies. It was only fair that he rule.
He felt her turn restlessly in her sleep, towards him. He kissed her and he felt her shiver. He pulled away with a smirk and thought about his son. He had an idea how to destroy him. Lotor would fight a roebeast! With his son's bionic implants, he would be a formidable foe. He would pit him against the victor of the entire tournament. He would die horribly. But before all that, he would let his besotted son witness his wedding to Allura. Oh, he would be enraged and he could do nothing! It would be exquisite torture for his freakish failure of a son to see his beloved married to his father. He would make sure and twit him about his new "mother" and the possibility - no, the surety of a new "brother" or "sister" after they wed. He would twist the knife into his son and watch him suffer. As for the roebeast games, Hagar would control his movements. Lotor would be unable to make a move on him. Zarkon didn't trust his son in the least. He didn't get to where he was now, by trusting anyone. As for Hagar - he wasn't sure what to do with her. She was still useful, but he needed to keep a close eye on her. He was thankful that he had the foresight to commit that spell to memory all those years ago. He had the feeling that he would need it one day.It would keep her in line. If not, he would utter the final word, sealing it and her fate as well. She would be a shrivled, old woman with nothing. He would throw her to the roebeasts then - if they could tolerate her stringy hide!
He chuckled and he felt Allura stir. This one was definitely not stringy. She had become more mature in the last several years - more womanly. Too bad she did not seem to know when she was defeated. But she would soon learn. He would delight in showing her the error of her ways. Stubborn, she was, just like her fool of a father. Alfor had been an admirable enemy, but he had been weak - weak in sentiment and honor. Alfor had been a believer in chivalry, honor and the notion that good conquered all. But he had failed to consider the possibility that he was wrong. Look what he set his pitiful kingdom up for! War, famine, destruction - and all because he could not see sense. He molded his daughter the same way - the fool. Teaching her useless nonsense - a waste of education. Oh, she was smart, intelligent, but not wise enough to rule a planet. It took not only intelligence to rule, but strength and might - and those were the qualities he knew he posessed. If Alfor had had any sense, he would have had a male heir. But more than likely, it would have been the same - a weak, foolish king who would have had just enough spirit to thwart him.
Zarkon reached over to place his hand in her soft hair. Besides it was just as well. He would not have had as much fun if Alfor's heir had been a son. It was much more enjoyable this way. He buried his head in her hair, enjoying it's clean scent. He needed to get up soon, but he was reluctant to. After all, three years without a woman's touch was a long time. Zarkon decided it was time to wake her up - in his own fashion of course...
Let The Fun Begin - Three
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