The Plagued Fate

Leonara Glen Cato closed her eyes she could feel death closer than her jugular veins, she knew this was the end but she did not feel any remorse she would rather be dead than stay with that bald greasy old man whose only redeeming quality was the crown, thinking back she never liked him only her friend Sionara saw him as the price but she would let her keep him.

With her family dead and her dying of pneumonic plague she ironically felt calm the only thing the two cheating slugs could come up with their peanut brain combined was giving her a plague which she did not mind as they were trying years and years to kill her off but she fought because she had a family to stay alive for, but with her now dying she will take them with her.

She finally broke the chain from her legs, she did not know how, but she did it; maybe it was by sheer willpower as she had been trying for the past three weeks to break off these damned chains, but when she was finally giving up, it broke.

She would have been dead by now but the plague did not kill her maybe because she had unfinished business she needed to complete

She had great pride, and if she died without making the two of them regret it, she would die a shameful death and also shame the brave woman whose lineage she was from, so she slowly stood up and started checking the window.

Though thousands of guards monitored the castle, they were sure she could never break her chains, so they relaxed. She slowly opened the window, reached the other side, and walked a familiar path to the king's chambers.

She remembered the life she had in her six years living as the queen. She was loved and hated equally because she was fair and hated because she was barren, but this would be the last time she walked these roads. After a few minutes walk, she reached the king's chamber.

She sighed with relief when she found nobody guarding it and she entered the chamber and saw the two slugs sleeping.

Her husband of six years was sprawled on the bed like the fat toad he was, and beside him lay her former friend and his current mistress.

She gathered all the Phlegm in her throat and spat on her husband's face and she followed by spitting on the mistress' face as well.

They both woke up startled and saw her standing in front of them her hair shaggy, her eyes red, her hand and feet black from gangrene caused by the plague she looked like a demoness who come to drag them to hell with her, The first one to react was the king as he was shaking scared and starting running to wash his face off just like the coward he was.

With her work done, she walked back to her chambers her head held up before reaching all the energy drained her she fell to the ground her breath laboured the only thing she had in mind now was just to get to her bed and die there peacefully so she dragged herself slowly and reaching the gates ironically all the guards who saw her run away so she has no one guarding her door.

She entered her chamber, climbed on the bed, and lay as her whole life flashed before her eyes; her only regret was ever marrying into the palace. Now that her revenge was over, she felt herself slip away into the abyss.

She could hear the king's raging shouts, and as her life slipped away peacefully, finally she was done with this life, and her plagued fate was coming to an end.

Her last wish may wherever she was going to next be better than her present lifetime.

Leonora felt her senses returning and she could feel the heat on her back and a very toned chest and a toned veiny arm snaked her waist to pull her closer it didn't even take a minute to recognize that she had been reborn because her husband did not have the chest she was feeling and the arm holding her strongly.

She wondered how she got reborn at such an awkward time; her soul could have waited until those two finished, but, comically, she had to be reborn at this exact moment.

She faced the man, and she could feel his body tightened with shock as he was not expecting her to turn at all. He was an exquisite-looking Asian man, very toned with sharp jawlines, staring at her. No one told her the men of the East were this good-looking, and she thanked the higher power who brought her here.

Maybe they pitied her for spending her last lifetime with an ugly man like her former husband, and now she was rewarded with this specimen of a human being.

Still keeping eye contact she raised her finger tracing his chest from up over to his nipples and down his tout chest the man's eyes followed her finger shocked and the lower she moved her finger the more goosebumps appeared on his body, he didn't know what happened the trembling girl who fainted from exhaustion after many rounds as she woke up turned around and started tracing her fingers on his body restarting all the feelings he had suppressed because he felt sorry for her.

She was amazed. She wasn't shallow, but she was happy that this time she didn't end up with an ugly man. One lifetime was enough torture for her.

She looked at the man's face, brought her lips closer to his, and started kissing him deeply, she felt a bliss run through her body, and her toes curl; it was as if her soul was hungry.

The man let go of everything and started returning her kiss, and that was enough cue as she turned him, straddled him, and took charge. It was a long night, which went on till the wee hours of the morning, and Chen wondered where this demoness came from to take his soul.