For the Empire (BWWM/HISTORICAL)

Arguments

Jaliyah

After spending the rest of my day attending duties and actively avoiding Arman i just wanted to relax. Which is why i was currently soaking in my bath chambers alongside my new found friend Parisa. 

She oddly enough was Arman's 5th wife and therefore his least favored. She however didn't care, which is why we had become good friends. She was honestly the only one of his wives that wasn't in love with him and therefore didn't hate me

 "he really did that? I cant believe he would do such a thing?" 

I nodded taking a gulp of my wine. I invited Parisa here to keep me company and gossip about Arman as we often did. 

I was recounting for her the reason i was furious at Arman. Yesterday morning we had a extremely important war meeting about Egypt's forces that were planning to move against us. Arman as my husband and king was supposed to be at the meeting

Instead we all waited nearly 2 hours for him not to show and with no servant able to find him anywhere, we finally decided to began without him. Then when he finally did show up, he stumbled inside reeking of booze and sex. His clothing was disheveled and he could barely stand much less speak

I was so incredibly embarrassed. Why would he even bother showing up looking like that. I didn't give a shit who he was fucking i only cared that he embarrassed me and showed me how little he cared about my country. That meeting was imperative, we were discussing the best way to succeed against Egypt. As a warrior himself, his input would have been welcomed. His empire was well known for conquering nations. But he didn't come and for what? To wet his dick? He could do that anytime 

I scoffed angry all over again at the mere memory, but i quickly downed the rest of my wine and poured some more. With the rich wine flowing through my veins and the warm water sloshing across my bare skin i was more relaxed than i felt in a long while

I recalled getting drunk and partying back in modern times with Jenni. I would be decked out in designers looking good as hell. All the men would stare and  drool, but not touch never touch. Devon was well respected everywhere and he would get pissed when anyone tried to speak must less dance with me.

Damn those were good times

I missed Devon and i missed Jenni too, well i missed who she used to be. Maybe i should throw a party and actually dance and have fun this time. 

Tears wet my eyes thinking of Devon, then i snatched those thoughts away immediately. I had shed more than enough tears for my past 

"His behavior has always been more than exemplary" Parisa said confusion written on her pale face

she was paler than the other wives. i thought that odd but i knew all races came in different shades

"Well he wasn't this time" i said drinking again. She picked up her cup and did the same

"Perhaps something happened to make him angry or distressed" she reasoned 

I shook my head. she may not love him but she respected him as her country's ruler. She would never believe that he was anything but a pillar of propriety and decorum. But she was right. I recalled the night before the meeting 

Arman had laid in bed beside me that night after the meeting and tried to touch me. I pushed him away and told him to leave me alone. He refused to listen, acting as if he didn't embarrass me so  i snapped at him. telling him he was a worthless king and my people deserved better. Harsh, but i didn't care. He truly wanted this to be more than an arranged marriage,  but he was doing a piss poor job of proving that, besides the simple fact that it wasn't what i  wanted