I have not updated in some time so I made this chapter a little longer than usual. School has been very demanding much of late and I h ha ve been trying to imprive on my writing. This is (mostly) centered around Evangeline and her life as Maven's wife so there is some domestic violence, strong language, and infidelity on Maven's part (Mareven).

She couldn't sleep. She tossed and she turned, closed her eyes tightly and stilled her movements. Still, sleep did not come. The grand bed in her chambers felt awfully big, empty, now that she realized it. She sat up with a frustrated sigh, tying her blonde hair into a braid in attempt to soothe its unruly tangles.

Hot, she felt hot as she laid back down and pulled the covers over her body. Mad at the heat, she kicked off the blanket onto the stone floor. She felt strange, like no matter how hard she tried sleep would never come. At least not tonight.

Tonight. What had happened this day that left her feeling so restless this evening? Oh, but of course, how could she have been so stupid? So idiotic into letting her husband's extramarital affairs get to her. She had seen him put his dirty, perverted hands on the brown haired wench, Mareena. She was absolutely disgusted and had no idea why Maven still kept her around even though he was supposed to execute her along with Cal. But then again, Maven was the king and he could do whatever he wanted, right?

Her mother had lectured her on the nature of powerful men when she was very young. After all, she was groomed nearly all her life to be the perfect bride to one. She had been so young then, full of dreams of love and happiness, of a loving husband to care for her and dote upon their children. But all dreams must come to an end when the dreamer wakes, and who had awoken her of her blissful dream of ignorance? Her mother of course. A harsh woman, one who was full of hatred for an unfaithful husband she barely tolerated. She and her brother had felt their parent's mutual hate for one another but chose to not let it affect them. They stuck together, through thick and thin, protecting one another from the cruel world.

But her brother was gone, brainwashed by their father to be the perfect silver lord, then later sent to hunt down the traitor prine and her former betrothed. Sent to kill his best friend and fellow soldier by orders of her sadistic husband.

Her husband, oh how Maven loved to make her feel uncomfortable and weak. He was distant with her in public, touching her arm or maybe even putting an arm around her waist. He barely spared her a second glance. Maven was the embodiment of the perfect Silver King, calm, cool, collected. A hero who had unmasked the traitor that called himself the Crown Prince.

But in private, he became someone else. The monster he claimed his brother to be actually dwelled within him. He spoke harsh words to her, beating down her self confidence and self respect. Called her a whore for bedding his brother and now him. At first she tried to fight back, snarling back at him with insults of her own. Calling him the weak and inferior one, she even brought up how Cal would always be ten times the man he was. That sent him knto a rage, the fury on his face nmade her fearful for her safety but she never showed it. To show fear was to be weak and to be weak was to be broken. And despite her best efforts to remain strong, he finally broke her.

It was one of their usual arguments, her being a whore for sleeping with Cal and now him. She never did have intimate relations with Cal, but Maven wouldn't believe that. Telling him that was futile, and so she took their argument into a different direction. She brought up Mareena, accusing her of doing the same, after all she was the supposed mistress that led Cal to betray his crown.

She called Mareena a common harlot, the true whore in the argument. She slandered the oh so perfect Lady Titanos' s name by calling her a filthy woman with loose morals. His silence made her think that she had one, that is, until his hand flew out and struck her cheek.

She fell back at the sudden pain, her cheek stinging and throbbing at the burn his handprint left. She was in shock, they had fought many times before but never had he struck her (he would come to do it many more times in the future, sometimes even worse). Bitter tears of anger welled up in her eyes and she looked at him with all the hatred in her body. He showed no remorse for what he had done, instead whispering in a deadly voice, "Never speak of her again!" He left without a second glance.

Only when the door slammed shut behind him did she finally allow hersel to cry. She cried for her failure, for letting herself crumble beneath the monster. She cried because of the pain, both the one on her cheek and in her heart. But most of all, she cried for her dreams, ones that she believed to have been shattered many years before.

She wandered the halls of the grand palace with tears streaming down her cheeks. A ghost damned to live out her days in misery chained to the demon that had killed her.

The carpet, cold beneath her feet seemed to sting and bite at her heels. She walked on, seeking an out to the infernal palace. Her breath was visible every time she exhaled. She stopped in front of a window, watching the snow fall daintily on the ground. Confused, she cocked her head to the side, studying the sight before her, she didn't know that hell had a winter season.

The chilly wind seeped out of the window, its tendrils flicking her skin making her shiver and draw the robe closer to her body. Her teeth clattered together as she placed a hand on the frozen glass. It felt cold and comf-

A moan came from further down the hall. She snapped out of her daze and looked around her surroundings to see where the sound had come from.

A sliver of light, one that emanated a delightful heat when she neared. Th door was open slightly, giving her enough of an opening to peak into. The heat felt nice, the chill in her bones long since gone from her body as she drew closer. What she saw within made her shudder in disgust.

Maven, naked as the day he was born, was languidly sliding in and out of his lover's body. The woman's head was thrown back, exposing her neck for him to feast on. She strained her eyes to see who it was in bed with him and she bit back a growl when she saw that it was none other than the perfect Lady Titanos.

Mare moaned in pleasure as Maven hoisted her leg up further to thrust into her at a deeper angle. Evangeline looked to where the two were connected and a silver blush bloomed at her cheeks.

His member, swollen and thick with desire disappeared into the wench again and again as Maven stroked her lush breasts. The soft orbs in his rough hands made Mare whimper as he fondled them in tims with his movements.

Their bodies moved in sync, making the room hotter than it was with their passionate lovemaking. Much to her embarrassment, Evangeline was in awe never knowing what pleasures of the flesh Mareena aas experiencing. Her sessions with Maven were always quick and clinical in a way.

A heat bloomed at the bottom of her belly, one that she never felt before as she witnessed Maven's hand trail down the apex of his lover's thighs. Mareena moaned even louder, Maven's hips rutting into her faster and harder as he flicked the wet nub to drive her crazy with lust.

"Please Maven. Harder. Faster. Make me cum" her sultry voice begged. Maven smiled wickedly, slowing down just a bit before pulling out of her completely. Evangeline gasped st the sight of his large cock, wet with Mare's lust. He fisted himself in his hand as he rubbed the swollen purple head of his penis over her clit.

"Who do you belong to?" He growled as he left another love bite on her neck.

"To you my king" came her breathless respnse. Maven chuckled darkly, thrusting into her willing body once before pulling out again.

"Do you like it when I fuck you like the dirty little slut you are?" Evangeline's cheeks flushed once more as she heard her husband's dirty and vulgar language.

"Yes." Was all Mare could say.

"Do you want to come on my cock?" He demanded.

"Yes" she said.

Evangeline heard a slap, followed by a pleased mewl. "Yes what?" Maven urged, he too looked desperate for release.

"Yes my king. Let me come on your cock!" Titanos pleaded. Maven's smile was feline as he gave her what she wanted. He slammed into her her harshly, Mare's screams filling the whole room. To silence her, Maven took her mouth in his in a feverish kiss.

"Fuck," he groaned out, "Fuck this sweet little pussy."

Mare moaned as his dirty talk drove her closer to her climax. She panted heavily, pushing back to meet his thrusts. Then, she arched up, crying out as a powerful orgasm washed over her, consuming her in a fiery ecstasy.

"Again. Fuck, come again." Maven snarled into her brown hair as he continued to bury himself in her body.

"Mavey!" She cried as another orgasm washed over her. "Don't stop!" Maven let out a gutteral groan when she sucked on his neck, stilling inside her as he rode out his orgasm.

"Fuck, take it. Take my cum. Give me a son." He roared as he felt her muscles clench around him, milking him, squeezing him as he poured his seed into her body.

He collapsed on top of her, their sweaty bodies glistening under the light of the fireplace. They continued to writhe in the bed, igorant of the tear filled gaze watching them.

Only when Maven whispered to his lover, "I love you Mare." Did Evangeline finally turn away. She fled to her rooms a sobbing mess, humiliated by the fact that her husband pefered the company of a whore and wanted her to bear his children.

She screamed and pulled her hair, hoping that the pain would be greater than the one in her chest. She cried into her pillow, hoping to forget what she saw as she fell asleep.

The next morning, she got up and dressed without the help of her maids. She tried to have a normal day regardless of what she had seen the night before. The bags beneath her eyes and her pale gaunt face made her look sad and depressed, a damned ghost indeed. Her husband on the other hand looked well and relaxed, his mistress probably having given him a morning quickie.

He smrked evilly in her direction, "Did you enjoy the show last night?"