The Protector of the Realm

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Will Montague convince the queen to obey for the sake of the kingdom? Or will her stubborn pride be her downfall? Montague will not be defied, and backs up his orders with sound spankings.

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Queen Analise is not in a loveless marriage. But it is a sexless one. Her older husband, King Marcus Karderian, is unable to perform so he looks the other way as she takes a lover. But when a neighboring kingdom threatens his reign, the king appoints a new advisor determined to put an end to the queen’s dalliances.

Everad Montague is a stern man. He expects resistance from the queen when he informs her she will end her affairs and answer to him, and resistance is just what he gets. But Montague will not be defied, and backs up his orders with sound spankings.

Will Montague convince the queen to obey for the sake of the kingdom? Or will her stubborn pride be her downfall?

Sample Chapter

Analise Karderian, wife of King Marcus Karderian, rolled over in bed and traced her nail around the left nipple of the hard chest heaving in peaceful sleep beside her.

“Mmm.” He stirred and she stared down at the sheet covering his loins. Queen Analise applied a bit more pressure with her nail and the sheet covering the loins tented. She smiled.

“Minx,” he said, his voice husky. She looked up at him.

“Forgive my impertinence, Roderick,” she said. “But it seemed such a shame to let you sleep when you could be satisfying me.”

He took her in his strong arms and she smoothed the luxurious locks away from his youthful face.

“That’s one of the things I like most about you,” he said with a smile. “You beg my pardon, even though you are Queen and I am just a servant.”

“You served me well enough last night,” she said, looking up at him from under her long lashes.

Roderick rolled over on top of her, pinning her with his weight and then smiled as she shoved him back and mounted him, raising her gown as she lowered herself onto his ready cock.

“Now you can serve me again,” she said. “It’s too rainy to take my horse out and so I will have to take my morning ride on you.”

Analise began to move seductively on the servant, who now moaned in ecstasy. She was a good lover, with the strong sexual appetite of an older woman who knows what she wants and is fortunately powerful enough to get it. Her husband, the king, was impotent. He’d never been able to perform, but was so afraid of his impotence becoming knowledge that when he married Analise twenty years earlier he had cut a dove’s throat and squeezed the blood on the sheets to convince the kingdom of his virility when the sheets were hung from the bedroom window that following morning.

His shame made him distant and resentful, but he could not cast Analise aside because their marriage was politically necessary for him. His tenuous grasp on the Kingdom of Somerstead had only been strengthened by his alliance with the Excilor family and marriage to their headstrong daughter, a young woman who – at twenty – some said was past marriageable age. She’d resisted her father’s attempts to wed her to one lord or another and only settled on King Marcus when she’d assured herself that he was only interested in the image of a marriage rather than the actual union that would come with expectations and rules.

So they lived parallel lives except on those nights when he pretended to seek her bed, or on occasions of state when she appeared by his side – more beautiful at forty than she was at twenty. Her existence was idyllic except for the growing concern over the lack of an heir. The one fight she’d had with the king had ensued after his advisor had come to her with a scheme designed to boost the royal reputation and end the subjects’ clamouring for a little prince or princess. Queen Analise, they told her, would fake a pregnancy and then remove herself from public life. The kingdom would be told that her pregnancy was difficult, and at the end of what would be her term, she would bring forth a child that was not hers, perhaps the get of some fair-haired serving wench sired by some royal relation. No, the royal bastard would not be completely royal blood, but half a drop was better than none and the king would have an heir.

But Analise flatly refused, and threatened to tell her father of this scheme. The king fumed and raged and threatened but then conceded. If they plan backfired, and he believed his wife would see that it did, things would only be worse. There were distant cousins and nephews who could assume the throne. Analise had argued this herself, for she was no power-monger and got on well with her husband’s kin and believe his oldest nephew, Dirk, was more than suited for the job. The throne, she said, would remain in Karderian hands. And ever the politician, she made sure she let Dirk Karderian’s mother, Suzetta, had learned how she’d interceded on behalf of her son, thus assuring her own comfort should the nephew become king.

The young man underneath her shuddered with his climax as she, too, peaked and rode wave after wave of pleasure.

“Well done,” she said, patting him on the shoulder, and kissed him lightly before leaning over and rolling off of him.

“Are you ever worried?” he asked as he rose to get them both some wine.

“Worried?” she asked.

“About getting with child from our little romps.”

He turned and handed her the wine and Analise took it as she shrugged.

“No,” she said. “The castle healer keeps me stocked in herbs to prevent that.” She looked down in the cup at the liquid that swirled inside. “Besides, in a few more years it will not be an issue.”

Roderick shook his head and laughed. “I still find it hard to believe that?”

Now she laughed. “That what? I could be your mother?” She waved him off. “Don’t. I consider it a compliment that my face and body do not yet portray the number of years I’ve seen. I’m lucky to have beauty. And connections. It’s a winning combination.”

“But you don’t have love,” the servant said. “You’ve told me that.”

“No, but I never really wanted it. Too much of a price comes with it for women. It’s a golden collar I have no desire to wear. It makes you weak.”

The servant pondered this. “Where is the king, by the by?”

She shrugged again. “Off, picking a new advisor to replace Lord Dornish.”

“It was sad, his death,” the servant said. “Lord Dornish wasn’t like most lords. He was kind to royalty and servants alike. When I was a lad, he tossed me a gold coin as he rode by on his fine white horse.”

Analise sighed. “He was kind, and he was mind of the realm in so many ways. He handled our affairs, quelled border disputes with diplomacy one would expect of a man twice his age.” She paused. “You know, he was just three years older than I am, Roderick. It seems wrong for a man so strong to see his heart falter and stop in the blink of an eye.”

“It does happen, though,” Roderick said. “My uncle fell to his death traveling the king’s road with a cart full of wares. One moment he was talking to my cousin and the next moment he was slumped over, lifeless?”

Analise stood and pulled on her robe. “Enough, let’s not talk of this. Let us just hope that the new advisor is as at least half as wise and twice as healthy as Lord Dornish.”

She turned to the window. There were some things she would not share with a servant, and her fear was one of them. Down below the castle, the King’s Road wound like a gray ribbon through the hills. The King should be on his way home soon, with the new advisor.

Analise did not know Everad Montague. She knew of his reputation. He was a scholarly man who had advised King Edward Percelles of Blackwall until his death. Blackwall had been a staunch ally of Somerstead, and King Marcus had always spoken highly of Lord Montague.

“I worry what will happen should King Percelles ever die,” her husband had confided in Analise one night when he’d come to her so they could pretend to have sex. “Lord Montague does not care for Robert Percelles. The prince is coddled and foolish and too arrogant to heed the Montague’s good advice. They’ll butt heads, and I fear that Prince Robert’s arrogance could spell death for a trusted advisor.”

No one could have guessed that King Percelles’ fatal fall from a horse would occur within days of Lord Dornish’s death. Analise’s husband did not wait; in spite of his grief he sent word to Lord Mongatue that he was now in need of his services. He did not voice his fears over the arrogant Prince Robert, but that was not necessary. Lord Montague was ready to jump ship. Even as the newly crowned King Robert prepared for his father’s funeral and his own coronation, his advisor was defecting to the kingdom of his closest ally.

Analise worried her bottom lip with her teeth. She knew her husband needed an advisor, and she knew that he respected Everad Montague nearly as much as he respected Lord Dornish. But even she had questioned the wisdom of snatching the man away from a new king. Even if Robert Percelles was young and inexperienced, he commanded a powerful and skilled army. She frowned, hoping that this advisor was skilled enough to smooth the rift his defection would bring.

“Feel like another ride?”

Analise turned to see young Roderick laying on his back, his cock already standing at attention. Did he ever tire?

“Tempting,” she said, “But I’m of a serious temper now. You may leave. But send the maids up with my bath. I’ll need one before I start my day.”

Roderick scowled, but knew better than to argue. Discretion and obedience to the queen’s every command were two of the reasons she preferred him to her other lovers. The third reason now reluctantly deflated as he pulled his clothes on and left.

The maids arrived later, filling her oaken tub with water. Analise had a nice long soak, cleansing herself of the sweat and feral scent of sex. After her bath she sat at her dressing table as her maid plaited tiny silk pearls into her thick blonde braid that hung to the center of her back. Her maids had laid out a blue silk dress with a boned bodice that pushed her still-firm breasts over the top in creamy mounds. King Marcus denied his wife nothing, and always seemed pleased when other men noticed her beauty, even if he could not take her himself. Did he know she had dalliances? She was sure he did, and she was sure that he appreciated her discretion. Besides, image was more important than reality. If the kingdom saw him as a virile man with a beautiful, adoring wife that was enough for him.

Her maids trailed her as she walked through the halls of the castle. She’d decided to spend this rainy day working with some of her ladies on a tapestry they were embroidering, but before she reached the bower she was stopped by her secretary, Robert Fagan. He had a silver tray with a piece of parchment on it. A letter.

“From the king,” he said. “It arrived this morning by pigeon.”

It was still rolled and the tiny seal was unbroken. Analise took the small scroll, broke the seal and narrowed her eyes as she read the tiny print. Her husband had been delayed. He would be home in the morning. Montague would be taking an active role in running the kingdom, even more active than Lord Dornish. Changes would be made, and she should be personally prepared to meet the new advisor.

“Thank you,” she said, keeping her face impassive. But inside she felt irritation rising. Lord Dornish exercised enormous influence when he served as the king’s administrator, but he operated – almost ghost-like – behind the scenes. Analise barely saw the man. What did this Montague want with her?

Analise had little to say while she worked on the tapestry. Her ladies knew when she was quiet like this that it was best to chat amongst themselves. They were always full of gossip, both of what was going on at court and beyond. Analise took note of it – who was fancying whom, who was in and out of favor with her favorites, who was seeking to break in. The Queen was as political as the king in her own quiet way, and it paid to know where everyone stood, and what they wanted.

“Do you know the new administrator, Your Majesty?” Talk had turned to Everad Montague. Analise glanced up at the young woman who had asked.

“Only by report,” she replied. “I’ve not met him personally.”

“I think he’s old!” Lady Catherine Bellstair spoke up. She was a fresh-faced sixteen-year old girl whose father oversaw much of the King’s trade with other kingdoms outside the realm.

“Old as Dornish?” another young woman asked and Analise smiled as the Lady Catherine replied, “Older, even,” with much seriousness. To the young, every adult seemed old, but King Percelles had been quite old, and Montague had advised him since she could remember. He was likely a stodgy old thing, and she already dreaded what she suspected would be his dry company.

The talk among her ladies droned on until Analise decided she’d had enough and departed to meet with her secretary. There were entreaties from those seeking a position in court, correspondence from family – her sister Vivian was with child again – and a list of needs the queen directed the king to meet. She took notice of those who were in need, and even though she’d never born a child could never pass by one in need. She had food sent to the poor and infirm and encouraged her husband to build a fund to deal with the elderly and sick in the kingdom. There is strength in kindness, she told him, and Marcus had indulged her and the royal generosity endeared their subjects to them in a manner other rulers envied.

Robert Fagan was a methodical man. It took him two hours to present each correspondence to her and then to write down her instructions for handling the various requests. As he worked he would stop to tell her something that had come to mind, forgetting halfway through half of these things. But Analise was gentle with him. He’d served her mother, after all, and was a good man. She had decided that there were three things in life she’d keep until her death, or theirs – her husband, her mare Bay, and Robert Fagan.

Finally, the ordeal was over and she stood. She’d had some food brought in while she was working with Fagan and now another appetite beckoned. She had an agreement with Roderick. He knew her schedule and at certain points of the day, she had him casually stroll past. The young man would cast a glance at her, looking for their sign; if Analise twisted the signet ring on her finger, that was the servant’s signal to go to her chamber. Now, as he entered the room, she twisted it twice – indicating he should be there in two hours.

She was eager to see him, even though she was still a bit sore from their marathon lovemaking session the previous night and morning. Analise was tense, and nothing eased her tension like the steady thrusting of the tireless Roderick.

If anyone suspected what went on when the queen excused herself to rest due to one of her “headaches,” they said nothing of it. Nor did they say anything about the lengthy absences of the handsome male servant, even if he was glimpsed entering the queen’s suite of rooms.

Today he was waiting for her behind the door when she entered. He grabbed her roughly from behind, knowing how his queen liked these little games.

“You made me wait,” he said, thrusting his pelvis against her. She could feel his hardness against the small of her back. “I don’t like waiting.”

“Then you should make sure I don’t do it again,” she purred lustily. Roderick’s mouth moved to her neck and he kept one hand tightly around her waist as he undid first her skirt and then unlaced her bodice. The garments dropped to the floor, leaving Analise in just her underthings. Roderick spun her around and traced her jawline with his finger. She looked up at him with mock defiance. She loved this game – handing over her power to him for a brief time. There was no harm in it; when playtime was over he would again know well enough who was in charge. But for now?

He pulled her to the bed and sat down, pulling the queen across his knee. She wriggled her bottom provocatively as he lowered her pantalets to reveal backside and thighs still firm from walking the castle grounds and riding her horse. Roderick’s hand moved across the silken skin before rising and falling in a hard slap.

“You’re quite the naughty one,” Roderick said. “It’s very bad manners to make me wait.” He began to spank her with more intensity – not hard, but hard enough to turn her fair cheeks a dusky pink. Queen Analise whimpered and moaned under his punishing hand until she began to squirm uncomfortably. Then he slipped his hand between her legs and smiled to encounter moist slickness.

The queen liked to be taken from behind after such encounters, and Roderick was all too willing to comply. She moaned as he pushed his cock into her, his hands holding her pinkened buttocks in a vicelike grip as he pounded into her. Analise cried out into the bedclothes as her passion crested and he spilled himself into her as her waves of pleasure swept him along.

They made love one more time before bathing in a tub she’d ordered put in another room outside the bedroom door. Analise felt languid and satisfied as she wrapped herself in a robe and joined her lover in bed. In the morning she would have to send him away, but for now?

Analise closed her eyes, eager to sleep. She’d just slipped into a dream where people were yelling but then her eyes popped open as she realized that the sounds she heard were not in her subconscious but were, in fact, quite real. She could hear angry voices outside the door.

“No, sir?you cannot enter the queen’s chambers without?” She heard a door open and slam and then the door to her very chamber opened.

The man who filled the doorway was tall, taller even than Roderick, who sat up beside her stunned into silence as was she. The man had shoulder-length brown hair and the very beginnings of a beard. He wore a black shirt and breeches, a dark brown leather vest and boots of the same hue.

Analise jumped from the bed. “Do you not know who I am?” she cried angrily. “I am the queen! Guards!”

A smirk crossed the handsome intruder’s face. “Queen? I’d have thought strumpet if I did not know better.” He leaned down and picked up Roderick’s clothing and flung them at the lad.

“Get up, get dressed and get out,” the stranger said. “Your?” he looked at Analise. “?services are no longer needed here.”

Roderick looked at the stranger and then back at Analise. He wanted to rise, to defend her, but the man was a good head and shoulders taller than he, and had a sword by his side.

“You order no one in my chamber,” Analise said. “I am Queen here. Who are you, that you would invade my private space and deem to tell me or any guest of mine what to do?”

The stranger gave an elegant bow and then stepped towards the queen, who’d risen, naked, with a only a clutched blanket shielding her nakedness from his eyes.

“I am Everad Montague,” he said. “And your life, my Queen, is about to drastically change.”

22 reviews for The Protector of the Realm

  1. SH

    SC just has a way with historical romance and this is no exception. Great characters and a good plot make for a good read!

  2. SH

    SC just has a way with historical romance and this is no exception. Great characters and a good plot make for a good read!

  3. Alicia (verified owner)

    Great historical story with a wonderful plot and some interesting characters that make this a great read. Plenty of action, romance and spanking to go around.

  4. Alicia (verified owner)

    Great historical story with a wonderful plot and some interesting characters that make this a great read. Plenty of action, romance and spanking to go around.

  5. Evelyn

    I really love historical romances and this one is no exception. Great characters and a good plot all come together to make this a very good read.

  6. Evelyn

    I really love historical romances and this one is no exception. Great characters and a good plot all come together to make this a very good read.

  7. Karen

    Queen Analise is just trying to have fun but then a new advisor lets her know that things have to change. Her very life is in danger and they must do what needs to be done to protect her husband the king and the kingdom. Interesting story line.

  8. Karen

    Queen Analise is just trying to have fun but then a new advisor lets her know that things have to change. Her very life is in danger and they must do what needs to be done to protect her husband the king and the kingdom. Interesting story line.

  9. Hillary (verified owner)

    I normally love all of Clarks fiction….awesome writer. However this story didn\\\’t seem complete. The characters were great and it has that medieval time frame that everyone knows and loves but there isn\\\’t really a relationship at all between the queen and the adviser. Your kind of rooting for the servant boy to get her because he at least desire\\\’s her and she him. This story doesn\\\’t seem complete plot wise, hopefully there will be a sequel. Everything else though from the description of the era to the actions appropriate to the time make the story believable.

  10. Hillary (verified owner)

    I normally love all of Clarks fiction….awesome writer. However this story didn’t seem complete. The characters were great and it has that medieval time frame that everyone knows and loves but there isn’t really a relationship at all between the queen and the adviser. Your kind of rooting for the servant boy to get her because he at least desire’s her and she him. This story doesn’t seem complete plot wise, hopefully there will be a sequel. Everything else though from the description of the era to the actions appropriate to the time make the story believable.

  11. TG (verified owner)

    Beautifully written!!! Loved the characters and the plot. I could not put this one down. But where is the rest??? Lol
    I wanted so much more. There must be a sequel coming right?

  12. TG (verified owner)

    Beautifully written!!! Loved the characters and the plot. I could not put this one down. But where is the rest??? Lol
    I wanted so much more. There must be a sequel coming right?

  13. anon

    Again, the time period and the people felt real. The story felt incomplete. The Queen was not believeable to me. So utterly selfserving one minute and trying to save the king another. I had difficulty engaging with Montague. The story is still well worth the time to read.

  14. anon

    Again, the time period and the people felt real. The story felt incomplete. The Queen was not believeable to me. So utterly selfserving one minute and trying to save the king another. I had difficulty engaging with Montague. The story is still well worth the time to read.

  15. Connie (verified owner)

    Analise is the Queen of an impotent king. His new minister,Everad, decides for safety and to prevent spies she must quit having relations with the servants, no matter how discrete she has been.Analise feels being Queen she can do as she pleases. Good story with good characters story is not finished. More please

  16. Connie (verified owner)

    Analise is the Queen of an impotent king. His new minister,Everad, decides for safety and to prevent spies she must quit having relations with the servants, no matter how discrete she has been.Analise feels being Queen she can do as she pleases. Good story with good characters story is not finished. More please

  17. Cassie

    Quite enjoyed this. Liked the characters and the relationships, but I really hope there\\\’s more, since this seems like just a piece of the story. Overall, fun, and an intriguing beginning to what I’m assuming is a series.

  18. Cassie

    Quite enjoyed this. Liked the characters and the relationships, but I really hope there’s more, since this seems like just a piece of the story. Overall, fun, and an intriguing beginning to what I??m assuming is a series.

  19. JC

    This story was ok. The characters were interesting but didn\\\’t seem well developed.

  20. JC

    This story was ok. The characters were interesting but didn’t seem well developed.

  21. Denise (verified owner)

    This was just okay. Some of it not too believable. I really hate it when the first chapter is wonderful and then you get into the story and it is just so so. Then to end it without an ending, maybe just the end of part 1 is not the best.

  22. Denise (verified owner)

    This was just okay. Some of it not too believable. I really hate it when the first chapter is wonderful and then you get into the story and it is just so so. Then to end it without an ending, maybe just the end of part 1 is not the best.

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