Sela was sure that she had stirred something in Roy. She knew he was watching her as she strolled back into the house and a backward glance, accompanied with a beguiling smile made Roy blush.
The next morning, Sela dressed and went for her usual garden visit. As she swung back and forth, she searched for Roy in the distance but didn’t see him. As she got up and started walking, another man appeared and said “good morning, ma’am. My name is Earl.”
Sela was confused and asked “where’s Roy?” Earl said “I’m sorry ma’am. I wouldn’t know.”
“Why are you here?” Sela asked. Earl said “I’m here at the King’s request.” Sela asked “his request to do what?” Earl said “to be your guardian.”
Sela was angry and repeated, “where is Roy?” Earl repeated, “I’m sorry ma’am. I wouldn’t know.” Sela said “I want to know where Roy is. Find out.” Earl was silent as Sela made her demands and she sensed that he was not going to be swayed by her feminine wiles.
From the window, the King was watching and summoned Earl. Standing before the King, Earl was asked what Sela was talking about. Earl said “she wanted to know where Roy is, Sir.”
“And what did you tell her?” asked the King. “I told her that I wouldn’t know Sir,” said Earl. The King said “I think Roy was becoming a liability, in that he was getting too close to her. Can I be assured that you will not be making the same mistake?” With an appropriate bow of respect, Earl said “you can be assured, Sir.”
The King surprised Earl when he said “bring her up here. I think it’s time that we met.”
Earl escorted Sela to the King’s “tower.” As they walked in, the King said “that will be all.” Earl, with the same bow of respect, left the room and closed the door.
The King had his back to Sela. Stinging from the absence of Roy, Sela asked “who are you?” The King answered,”I might ask you the same thing.”
She said “I am called Sela, but I don’t know who I am and I don’t know who you are. Who are you?”
The King, turned and said “you might call me your benefactor.” Sela quipped, “so I should call you what…Ben?” Her insouciance angered the King but he found her quick wit intriguing. He walked toward her and invited her to sit.
Sela obliged and watched as the Kings’ eyes traversed her long legs from hip to ankle as she crossed them.
He said “I think we should get to know each other a little better.” Sela looked at him and said “how can that possibly happen? My name may not be my real name but at least I have a name. You either don’t have a name or you refuse to tell me and if you think I’m going to call you “the King” like your subordinates, then you are truly mistaken.” She smiled as if she had one-upped him and said “yes, Roy told me that everyone refers to you as ‘the King’.”
He didn’t appear to be amused but it was obvious that she had piqued his interest.
In truth, Sela could understand why he might be called “the King.” He was beautiful. His dark, close-cropped hair, tan skin and piercing pale green eyes, lent an air of mystery and potential danger in an exciting way. The way he carried himself, his almost whisper of a voice and the dominion that he oversaw, left only two things missing. A crown and a throne.
Sela again asked “what’s your name?” The King smiled but didn’t answer. Sela said “understand one thing. I am not going to call you ‘the King’.” He whipped around and said “and you understand one thing. You are here at my pleasure and you don’t tell me what you are and aren’t going to do.”
Sela stood and defiantly said “fine, BEN. Help me find out who I am and I will be happy to leave…at your pleasure, of course.”
They were playing mental Chess with each other and it seemed to titillate them.
To be continued________