Only her?
To do the cooking?
Was Calhoun so intent on punishing her that he failed and couldn't just forgive her? She wasn't happy about it. The king's taste was weird and although she was willing to do anything to get him, at least for staring that and sending her away abruptly, she needed to pay him back, also in a way that he couldn't help refute.
"Go ahead, make me a nice meal to eat." He said, gesturing for her to head in. Patricia bowed and stepped into the kitchen. Calhoun smirked to himself, feeling victorious. He walked out of the kitchen. He went to the dining room to sit and await the meal. George came to his side.
"My king, don't you think that waiting for the food will be too much stress? Why not return to your chamber, she can serve you there."
Like a devil's pawn, Calhoun thought. Now he couldn't say he didn't try to resist the temptations.
But if the guilt of cheating on Diana wasn't going to leave then he might as well do the same action completely so he might feel the guilt and be proud of it. He considered George's words and took them very seriously.
"You are so right, George. Let me head back to my chamber." He said, getting up. George watched him return to his chamber and he smiled softly. How much he adored his king.
He walked into the kitchen, Patricia was busy bringing ingredients out, setting them down on the table.
"What do you wish to make for the king?" George asked, startling her. "I'm sorry I startled you." He apologized, steadying her. Even after he steadied her, he left his hands on her waist. Patricia couldn't understand the feeling she was getting from him.
George was handsome, no doubt. But having him this close to her, touching her right after Calhoun had touched her, paying more attention to her than Calhoun had ever done, made her rethink things.
"Thanks." She said, slowly pulling away from his grip. George allowed her to go so that she wouldn't feel so irritated or suspicious of his actions. He turned to the ingredients which she set down on the table. There was a small bottle there. He picked it up and looked around.
"What's this?" He asked her.
Patricia turned to stare at the bottle. She also hadn't seen it before, so she couldn't answer. She just assumed it was something they added to the king's food.
She also wondered why there were so many maids working in the kitchen all day, the king never ate that much. Perhaps it was for the servants and Thomas. He was the only other guest in the castle.
She shrugged. "I don't know, I haven't seen it before. That's not an issue, I don't make any food except the king especially demands it. So it's okay for me not to know."
"I could just ask one of the other maids and I'm certain they will enlighten me."
George held her back from going, he pulled her close to himself, breathing softly on her neck. Patricia shuddered. She loved the feeling of being close to George.
"The king's food." She reminded. "I have to make his food."
George released his hands a little, allowing her freedom to move a little away from him. He pulled her and kissed her on the lips. Patricia's eyes went wide as saucers. She couldn't believe that she had just been kissed by George when she was hoping to get some action from Calhoun.
"Hurry and finish the king's food, I shall await you in my chamber," George said. "I shall await you." He said, winking at her.
Patricia was stuck in the same position even after he had left. She didn't know when a maid got in.
"Tricia! Why haven't you started the king's meal? Hurry, he is on his way here." She said.
She began to help her set the things for cooking. Patricia was quick to start the stew for him. She cut the meat while the other maid prepared the other ingredients.
"I have to go, he should be here anytime soon." She whispered. "By the way, I was asked to bring cinnamon powder, I almost forgot." She said, giggling softly. After grabbing the powder she left.
Patricia hurried and finished the food. She was about to turn off the stove when she saw the bottle which George had picked up earlier, she quickly opened it and dropped it in the food. She didn't know how the bottle turned more than it was supposed to and the entire bottle of oil entered into the stew.
"No!" She whispered. "Oh, what have I done? How shall they replace it if they wanted to?"
She quickly took some vinegar and poured it into the bottle and kept it back. After allowing it to boil for a few minutes, she took it down from the stove and dished it into a plate. She placed the meal on a tray and took it to serve him.
Calhoun was waiting patiently in his chamber, he wasn't bothered by the time. For him, the night job was going to be better. He could confidently do what he wanted with her, knowing fully well that the castle and the entire Wisteria would be asleep.
He relaxed in his seat, waiting for her to come. Patricia knocked on the door.
"Come in, Tricia."
She pushed the door open and closed it with her leg, she took the tray and placed it on his table. Calhoun sniffed the meal and he felt the hunger in his body. He quickly began to eat the stew.
After taking a few spoons, he felt a little weird but then he checked for his wine and saw that it wasn't there.
"Tricia, where is my wine? How can you serve me food without wine?"
"I. I'm sorry my king, I'll get it now!" She bowed and hurried out to get the wine.
Calhoun resumed eating the stew. There was something off about it, especially the way it seemed to burn his throat. He had initially thought it was just the temperature but then it refused to cool down and he frowned.
Something was wrong. Something was wrong with the stew.
Patricia hurried into the room with the wine in her hands. Calhoun was turning red in the face. He was feeling choked and he did not like it one bit.
"Tricia, what did you add to the stew?" He managed to croak.
"I didn't add anything, my lord? Are you okay? You look as if you are being strangled." She said, reaching out to help him. Calhoun swatted her hand away.
"Call George, tell him to come here immediately!"
Patricia felt hurt but she left anyway, she didn't like the way he looked.
Patricia ran to George's room. She hurried in without knocking and met George freshly coming out from the shower. She stuttered as she forgot what she had intended to tell him and she had to shake her head a few times and even blink before she remembered what she had to tell him.
"George, something is wrong with... The king." She said.
George smiled at her. "You came to find me? Come on, forget about the king for a few minutes, and let me treat you like a woman."
Patricia was not okay with the way he spoke, she felt like the king was really in danger and could die before they would get there.
"George, the king!" She reminded. George grabbed her roughly and pulled her into his body, savoring the feeling of her body against his bare skin. He groaned silently. He wanted to feel her naked skin against his, but he wouldn't want her to feel violated.
"Drink with me." He urged.
"The king." She reminded. "He requires help, something is wrong with him."
"Patricia, forget about Calhoun for just one second and drink with me," George said. "Okay, when we're done drinking, we would go and check on the king, okay? Just one glass."
Patricia felt there was a way of escaping him, if she said no, he wouldn't allow her to leave. Or maybe he wouldn't follow her to the king's chamber.
She sighed and sat with him, collecting the glass of wine which he had poured out while she was fighting with her thoughts. She gulped the entire glass down at once. She slammed it to the table when she was done and George stared at her in surprise.
"So quickly? You shouldn't take werewolf wine in that manner, it will do things to your body." He said.
Patricia could already feel hot, she began to fan herself with her hand. "Things? Things like what?"
George smirked, turning to meet her. He held her hand and pulled her up. "Are you feeling hot? Here let me help you take these off."
He began to undress her slowly and Patricia felt it was torture. She wanted out of the clothes as quickly as possible.
George took his time to undress her and when he was done, she stood naked with him, feeling no shame whatsoever. He smiled, placing his hand on her waist. Patricia sighed in pleasure.
"George, the king... Need us..." She moaned as she spoke and George felt angered that even with him, in such a state, she could still think about Calhoun.
"Do you care about him so much that you have failed to see the love I have for you?" He asked, feigning sadness. "I have only ever loved you, Patricia. Right from day one."
Patricia was shocked, she fell into his arms instantly, allowing him to do with her what he pleased. She had always wanted to be with a werewolf to know what it felt like, and she had opted for the king because it was either him, or the soldiers of Wisteria, and none of them would look twice at a human girl.
George smirked as he got the girl. He led her to the bed and pushed her onto it. Patricia landed and bounced twice, feeling the softness envelope her. George laid on top of her, caressing her face with the back of his palm.
"You're so beautiful, Tricia." He whispered. "I can't wait to have you."
Patricia reached out to touch him, savoring the feeling of his bare body against hers. She leaned up to kiss him and George reciprocated immediately. In no time, they were wrapped around each other, trying to suck their souls out. Tricia wanted everything he could give, and he wanted everything she had. Her loud moans filled the silent air in the castle, reaching even to the chamber where the dying man waited for his servant to come to his aid.
Calhoun noticed that nobody was coming, and he smirked. So he was going to die after all. He had been poisoned by a woman he thought he could use as a cheap replacement for the one he loved. He turned over to his stomach, struggling to keep his eyes open.
He groaned as he was in pain, his body was stiffening. His blood was turning cold and his vision was darkening. He managed to crawl around the small sitting room he had in his chamber, to his room and when he was able to achieve that, he reached out to climb into his bed.
Laying in his bed, he raised his head and the first thing he saw was the bright shiny moon that shone its rays even into his room. He smiled, maybe he could turn to his wolf and then he wouldn't die. He kept staring at the full moon and he realized that he was feeling nothing at all. He could feel his strength leave him quickly as his vision darkened all the more.
The pain was gradually fading away as did the faint sound of the couple that dared to mate when their king was dying. He could feel everything leave him and he could feel himself become lighter.
Was this death?