Chapter 1: 

 

 Music of lust

August 1786 in

East Africa, Summer

                                

                         

                                                                                                       

                   A year ago, there was extraordinary Queen by the name of Azalea who lived in a huge Palace by the Riviera with her husband, the King Donatus, and two-billion servants. She had a beautiful mark of African King's precious prepossession because of the kindness and sweetness she brought into the kingdom. She was very young, tall, and slim with long braided dark brunette hair, small rounded buttocks, a pair of long shapely legs, full and around firm breasts, a silken chocolate skin tone, big dark-brown eyes, deep beauty feature, and full lusty lips. 

Before she was a Queen? She was a simply a pleasant girl who was daughter of a chief of a poor Samburu near the village. One dreadfully night, her parents were caught by four white men intruded on her home land. They were slave dealers from South Carolina, where they brought in slaves all over the south. Every since that painful night, she hated any white men and every time she sees anyone from a white foreigners, her blood turns cold. She has been under the wing of a voodoo priestess named Saurel. 

Donatus before became a sovereign? He was prince look for a suitable wife but not love, just to become the next king and heir his throne. For him to be king, he must marry.

He was twenty years older than she, and thought that with his royal power he would help her put an end to these slave traders. Saurel, though, saw the evil inside his gloomy eyes, and she did not want Azalea to marry him. She tries warning Azalea, but she takes it on her own tern and decided to marry him and became his Queen and lived in their lavish huge palace for the blue sea. After eight years pass, Donatus grows more greedy, self-interested and coldness into his heart and even more evil-minded.

             One afternoon, the king was throwing a social gathering dinner at his palace and he had invited the entire royalist family and governing body to his gala event. The king was down stairs, having ordered all of the servants to prepare for this grand his affair. Meanwhile, Azalea was up stairs getting ready for the evening. She had a group of tittering servants' girls are helping her dress. They were dressing her in a long lace ball gown of the creamiest peach hue. It hugged each perfect curve of her body and floated gracefully to the floor. After dressing her, they completed the finishing touches on the queen's hair by placed a huge red-orange orchid underneath her ear as if it had grown in the perfect tresses.

As the girls stood back and admired the queen in her stately attire, they watched her shine as beautifully as a nightingale.

"Wow. Indeed. Your highness, you looks radiance,” said one girl. As she turns around gazing at the tall mirror by her as she run her hands on her waistline. d voice.

      “Yes, Your Highness,” she curtsied and she leaves the room. As Azalea’s face grows longer; she takes a crimson flower off her vanity and begins walking toward the crème colored marble balcony. She tilts over the rail, and her mind hesitates.

       And she cannot help herself for painful of her childhood member keep on drawing to her mind over and over again into dim shadow. As she looks outside her kingdom, she finds herself feeling lonely as she tears petals from the flower. With all the riches that the King possesses, he can't provide the two simple things that her heart really yearns for love and compassion. Instead, he constantly lusts for wealth and power.

           As if on cue, the King enters the room with an annoyed look on his face. He is tall, cold hearty dark eyes and medium built with black hair with a touch of grayish-white, and dark brown skin. He is also supremely arrogant, and as such, always ignores Azalea's attempts at affection.

           “What are you doing, my dear? Do you not know that I have guests arriving here very soon?” the King said in an exasperated tone. “Why is your mind in a fantasy land, while I am preparing? I want you to speak your welcome to them, and I want you to agree to come along with me.”

           She walks nearer to him with a rose still in her hand and places her hands on his black jacket. She smiles an intense smile and fondles his crème silk handkerchief.

              She murmurs in an exhausted voice, “Oh my king, let us cancel this party. Then we can spend the whole entire night making love to each other.” She hoped his face would soften, but instead he looks at her with a cold expression on his face.