Disobedient (Reign smut)

(King Francis x OG character: C/nc light)

King Francis's POV:

Dressed in a gold and black shirt and matching cloak with black pants and a golden crown atop my blonde curls, I looked every part of the King I had recently become.

The King was dead.

Now only two weeks after my corinatiin, trouble seemed to follow no matter where I went.

I walk through the square outside of the castle, walking along to stone road when a guard rushes up to me. The knights that stand behind me grab the grips of their swords, at the ready. From just staring at the gentleman from moment, I can tell he's stressed. I hold up a hand to stop my knights from pursuing any further action.

"Your Majesty, Queen Eliza has fled the castle on horseback. She bribed a guard and was seen taking off through the hills only moments ago."

The man informs me

He sounds panicked and out of breath.

I thank him, turning to one of the servants, I tell them to get me a horse.

Soon I too am taking off on horseback through the green countryside.

I look about but all I see is a forest with a small pond to my left and more hill to my right. My heart syncs a bit as I realize she could've gone anywhere. Knowing I need to just pick a destination, I decide to go right.

"Haya!" I say and snap at the reins

The horse moves from a steady gallop to a sprint.

Seeing her up ahead we continue to move forward. I know I'll never catch up. I spot a way to get ahead, shielded by the forest up to a point. We take off into the woods, the sound of leaves crunching under hoofs fill my ears.

We leap over a fallen tree and I grip hard onto the saddle, almost flying off. Pushing my feet up in the stirrups, I lean closer to the horse, to avoid being thrown. I swivel from looking straight ahead to the right, hoping I'll spot them.

I see flashes of them through the trees.

Queen Eliza, her long  black locks flowing behind her, blue eyes staring straight ahead. I wait until she is far enough past me that we won't collide. I pull the reins and the horse turns, shooting out of the woods and into the grass. We stop ahead of them and I can see her eyes widen as she pulls the reins to get her own stallion to a halt. I watch as the horse obeys, slowing to a trot then a total stop. My own refuses to stay put, moving back and forth.

We stare at one another as we catch our breath.

I watch as her startled expression turns annoyed.

"Are you mad? What if I had been thrown from my horse?!"

"I wasn't exactly left with an alternative."

"This is a total overreaction. I was merely going riding!"

" You left the castle, unguarded, without a word to me as to where you were going!" I say angrily

She looks away, not responding.

This only angers me more.

"We are smothered from the moment we arrive in this world. I didn't think-"

"No. You most certainly didn't. Go back to the castle. Now."

She raises her eyebrows at this.

"No. I left the castle to ride so I'm going to ride."

" You disobeyed me."

She scoffs.

"I am not just some girl for you to boss around at your leisure! I am your queen, your wife."

" Indeed, you are my wife. I am the King of France, and as you live here and as we are wed, that makes you my subject. Now, you will do as I command, or you will be held in your chambers under guard for the next fortnight." I snap

The anger in my voice seems to have snapped her out of hers at least somewhat. She does as, she's told, turning her horse around, and we make our way back to the castle. We make our way back to the stables, leaving them with the stable boy to manage, as is his duty. I stand behind her as we make our way through the castle. The castle staff in the corridor  bow or curtsy to us, and we nod in respect, continuing in as fast as possible.

We enter our chambers and I shut the door behind us.

Queen Eliza's POV:

Walking through the door, I hear the lock click behind me. I turn to face my husband, King Francis. He stares at me with an anger I'd never seen before, at least not directed at me. A silent rage seen only by the way he  presses his lips together and the fury in his eyes. I stand there, arms behind my back, waiting.

"Strip." He orders

"What? Why?" I question

His expression doesn't change: stone cold.

"Do as you're ordered."

My skin feels like it's on fire, I'm so angry.

"Excuse me? I -"

"You'll do it willingly or unwillingly but you'll do it just the same."

Before I can get another word out he takes a step towards me.

I hold up a hand to stop him.

"Wait! Wait." I plead

He stops, watching.

"What're you going to do?"

No response.

"Francis!" I shout

"I will do whatever I must."

I watch as he unbuckles his belt and slides it from the loops.

He holds it, half folded into itself.

My jaw drops as the realization hits.

"No." I tell him

"You don't command me." He speaks in a low rage filled voice that chills me to my core.

Francis steps forward again and I step back, with shaky and unsteady fingers I undo the clasp of my dress, pulling the ribbons loose and the dress slides down my frame, falling to the floor. I repeat the same with my underskirt and now stand exposed. He gestured to the bed and I freeze.

"Ten. Fight me and I add more."

With that he walks over briskly, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me over. He bends me over, my top half lying in the bed.

With his left hand he presses on my back, keeping me in place.

I squeeze my eyes tight, preparing myself.

I cry out as the belt makes contact with my body.

Right on my ass.

There is an aching sensation that lingers.

Then another.

And another.

Sharp pain that spreads a warmth through me.

"Francis please!" I beg

WACK!

I grip the mattress, trying to hold myself together.

My pleas are ignored so I give up quickly.

WACK!

I cry out again, gritting my teeth, tears pool down my face.

I hold my breath in wait but the next blow doesn't come.

I feel him lean down, his chest against my back.

His lips inches from my ear.

"Disobey me again and I'll double it."

With that he stands, dropping the belt on the ground.

I jump at the thud.

I don't move even as I hear his retreating steps and the door close.