Queen Without Crown

Chapter 41 The Living Corpse

It was already afternoon when a messenger from the palace came. Queen Gita was enjoying a cup of tea on the terrace with Esme and Talitha. While the two guards, Galih and Anjas were feeding their horses.

Queen Gita immediately stood up to greet the envoy, hoping to get some good news.

"I was ordered to bring the Queen back to the palace. The enemy forces have already defeated us!" The voice of the messenger sounded full of excitement and joy.

"Thank God!" Queen Gita was very relieved.

Esme and Talitha hugged each other because they were happy.

They're getting ready soon. And before long, they were already on horseback on the way to the Elfian Palace.

The euphoric victory of the Elfian army, apparently had spread throughout the entire Kingdom. They saw the residents celebrating victory in every village they passed.

Queen Gita's entourage arrived at the palace when it was completely dark. They saw workers repairing the ruined palace walls and the ravaged gates.

Queen Gita sighed her horse across the desolate courtyard of the palace. Only the sound of the clattering of their horse legs broke the silence. Still smelled clearly the scent of the former massacre in this place.

As she approached the palace building, Queen Gita was shocked to see King Satria waiting for her at the entrance. The feeling of haru and longing was now on his chest. In a hurry he tried to get off his horse, but his large belly hampered his movement.

King Satria immediately came and helped his wife. After the woman got off the horse, King Satria immediately hugged her tightly. Their longing seems to have been overflowing. The servants and bodyguards who watched her along felt overwhelmed.

He slowly led Queen Gita to her room so she could rest. Queen Gita lay down to relax her achy legs. King Satria was touched when he saw his wife's swollen legs.

"How are you, my dear? And this special baby in your belly?" The hand of King Satria stroked the belly of his distended wife.

"Me and this baby are fine, honey." Said Queen Gita with a breath of breath due to the pressure of the baby near her lungs. Several times his hand held the stomach due to the nimble movements of his baby.

"I'm sorry that you had so much trouble getting pregnant like this." King Satria kissed his wife's stomach, making her giggle.

Queen Gita nodded. "That's not all your fault. I'm grateful you've returned safely."

"I miss you so much!" King Satria.

He saw a sweet and adorable face that now always filled the space in his heart. Then his eyes were glued to the thin, peach-colored lips that were ripe and had been untouched for a long time. Unknowingly he gulped, his jakun twitched as he endured the desire.

Without waiting for long, he immediately swept her with his lips. For a very long time he had not felt the sensation that vibrated his sense of taste. His instincts led him to feel deeper and trace every gap between the woman's lips.

*****

The night is late. The change of the night guard picket was over a while ago. But Queen Gita still could not close her eyes. He felt something strange but did not know what.

The sound of the dog howling furiously, making the fur of his nape bristling. He held a hug on her husband's body to reduce his anxiety.

"Slap.tap.tap..!"

There were faint sounds of footsteps. Queen Gita is unsure where the source of the sound came from. Is it from the front of the guesthouse, or is it just from the roof of this building?

King Satria woke up to feel his wife swiping her body. He stared at the woman's face with a mischievous smile at the corner of his lips.

"Do you still want it again?" Asked King Satria with a mischievous look.

"Don't..what the hell, you're this?"

The woman hit her husband's chest softly with her face blushed from being teased.

"I heard something, like someone's step!" His whisper.

"Maybe it's the bodyguards in front?" King Satria tightened his arms.

"Slap.tap.tap..!"

"Try hearing that!" Whisper Queen Gita again.

King Satria then sharpened his hearing. Her purple eyes flashed as she felt sure where the voice came from.

"Slap.tap.tap..!"

The king of Satria descended slowly from the bed and picked up the sword lying on the table. He drew his sword vigilantly. Then without speaking, he gestured with his fingertips so that his wife would not make a sound.

King Satria walked towards the door. Open the door slowly and try to peek outside. But in that room he saw no one.

The man then walked out and closed the door behind him. He walked without making a sound across the dim room, trying to avoid the chairs in the middle of the room.

The tip of his eye caught a shadow near the window. He was not sure if it was human or not because of his odd movements.

Then he walked to the exit. He opened it slowly and put his foot on the porch. In front of it turned out to be quiet, there were no guards standing guard.

This made him suspicious. King Satria again walked with the sword drawn forward horizontally. His right hand grasped the handle of the sword while his left hand propped up below, near his right ear.

The king of Satria gasped when he saw two bodyguards slumped in the bushes. He immediately checked their pulse, but it turned out that they were lifeless.

There was a big shred wound on their neck. But strangely there was very little blood dripping there. It was as if someone had stored their blood.

The king of Satria rushed to find the other guards and found them standing guard at the door of the main corridor.

"There are two dead bodyguards in front of my residence! Quickly check all the places and find the killer!"

"Okay, Your Majesty!"

They split up and coordinated with the others to find the assassins roaming the palace.

"Slap.tap.tap..!"

"Look up there!" A guard shouted while pointing at the roof.

A large tall person was walking on the roof of the King's House with staggering steps like a drunk.

"Hey, who's there?" Shouting King.

The one being shouted at immediately stopped, his head turned down with a wide grinning smile. But not the odd action or his creepy face that makes King Satria shocked. It was because King Satria knew who it was. He was King Bharata, the man who had died at his hands.

*****

The sound of the dog's earthy howling was still a backsound of odd occurrences that night. The strange figure believed by King Satria as King Bharata is still standing on the roof of the King's House. Looking wildly at him.

King Bharata suddenly jumped down before King Satria. Apparently the flames of vengeance on the Elfian ruler were still entrenched.

The smell of a very stinging carcass immediately seeped from the body of King Bharata. Looks like his scars are starting to decay.

Even small white maggots can be seen gnawing at his flesh in the hole of the sword that killed him yesterday.

"Bberttemuu.laagii.kaawwaanh..!"

The voice of King Bharata growled strangely like the voice of an animal. His bloodied mouth smirked triumphantly.

"Are you King Bharata?" Ask the King of Satria who still does not believe in his vision. With his palm he tried to cover his nose.

"Akkuu.kkemmbaali.untukkmuu..!"

King Bharata approached King Satria. His eyeballs were as pale as the eyes of a corpse. His hands extended forward trying to reach King Satria.

"What do you want? Your army has lost! I have defeated you!" Ask King Satria.

"Twink..Akkuu..ttiidaakk.pernnah.kalaah!"

"Wuuss!"

With a sweeping motion, King Bharata tried to tear King Satria apart.

King Satria tries to avoid the attack of King Bharata who resurrected as the undead. Several times he parried and struck that soulless body.

"Bugh.. Bugh..!"

But the attack of King Satria did not have any effect on him at all. In fact, several times King Satria get a blow on some parts of his body.

The guards had now gathered and stood guard behind King Satria. They closed their noses, feeling nauseous from smelling that stinging stench.

When they saw their leader getting more desperate, they finally together began to attack the monstrous creature.

Although the movement of the undead was staggering and seemed slow, but its strength was truly extraordinary. He was able to throw several guards at once.

"Bugh.. Sreet..!"

He even managed to tear the neck of a bodyguard using his teeth, then drank his blood savagely. The body of the bodyguard fluttered and then remained motionless.

Unknowingly, they stepped back. A horrified roar was clearly emanating on the faces of everyone who saw it. This time they were facing a bloodthirsty monstrous monster!