Thanks for your clerks!



So it goes on:

(With my other ff I don't have 5 clerks yet and therefore I don't write any further, so I could write more quickly here ^^)





6 years had passed since the last time the king saw Secka. Not a word of the assassination attempt on Nofea officially came through the walls of the palace. King Vegeta had taken the time to go to the temple of the goddess Seckal. The 5th year of his 2nd son was not yet over, but the former 2nd main wife had developed a deep love and affection for her son. She pampered him like a pet and made Chrement Secka effeminate. Vegeta decided to snatch his son from his mother's arms.



Secka still doesn't remember anything. At least that was what the former queen's overseers wrote. Yes, she had lost the claim to the throne. She could also have suffered the death penalty, but the main wife did not want this.It would have been very difficult for Vegeta too, because he loved Secka. Or had loved her. But Secka never understood this, since Nofea was on the throne.



Vegeta loved both women, but in different ways. Nofea was his great love and always would be. He loved her, he loved her delicate, frail soul. Nofea was like a goddess.

He coveted this wild side in Secka, it challenged the animalistic in him. He could love her unrestrainedly and to the point of unconsciousness, while he could only be tender with Nofea, since she could not stand anything else. At the moment, however, she was not allowed to share the camp with him and the king often drove to his personal harem.



Now he had arrived at the temple of the goddess Seckal. He heard Secka's voice in the garden. He hadn't seen her in a long time! He went slowly into the garden. There was an internal conflict within him. On the one hand he hated Secka for wanting to kill him and then attacking the queen, on the other hand it was always this wild, indomitable side that made Secka so attractive.Evil was often tempting.



“Watch out for Chre!” A little laugh followed. Secka didn't notice him yet. She sat in the grass and watched her son play. The middle-aged woman was wearing a long green pinafore and her hair fell in a wavy manner over her shoulder. Vegeta marveled at her from afar. That was how he always liked Secka best. When all the make-up and everything unnatural was gone.

"Come here chre!" the woman laughed again. She was really changed. He didn't even know that Secka could laugh so easily. He walked closer and sat down next to her.



“A wonderful day.” Secka was slightly unsettled. Otherwise men would not be allowed to enter this part of the temple. She eyed the man closely and he looked very familiar to her. He was extremely attractive. Little Chre came to his mother. He had black wavy hair. Like his mother, but his eyes and the shape of his face were from his father.


Vegeta watched as Secka hugged her son and then took the hand, she got up quickly and wanted to leave, but Vegeta pulled her back down. She glared angrily at him with her green eyes and awoke in Vegeta the desire to subdue this big cat again.



"I tell you, sir! If you attack me in the slightest way, then ..."

"... then what?" Secka hugged her son.

"... then you will feel my anger!" Now Vegeta noticed the monkey tail of his former lover again. He refused.



"Calm down! I'm not here for that."

“Then why?” Vegeta looked at his son.

“The child is not brought up very well. At least it has to greet its father.” Secka was startled. Chre looked at his mother.



“Father?” Secka turned to her son. All three sat in the grass.

"No! That's impossible! King Vegeta would have no reason to come here!No! That's impossible. He won't be 5 for half a year! "Vegeta got up and picked up his son. He laughed happily.



“Hello my son Chrement Secka!” He seemed shy.

"Good afternoon."

Secka now got up too. She looked him challenging in the eye, but then bowed to the king. Vegeta seemed amazed. He didn't even know this about her.



Smiling, he put his son down again.

"Do me a favor and go to your wet nurse. I have to talk to your mother alone."

"He has no wet nurse." said Secka unanswered.

"Oh. But ..."

"Nothing but ..." She turned to her son.

"Run quickly to Liamba. She should take care of you." He nodded happily.

"Yes mother!"



When the little one was gone, Vegeta couldn't resist and took Secka's arm. He let her hang around with him and together they walked through the gardens. Secka was intimidated.



"Don't you want to know why he is my son and you are not my wife."

"No, he's my son. Nothing else interests me."

"It should be my dear."

“Why?” Those green, challenging eyes again.

"You now have the only chance to ask me questions. I will not hide anything from you." It remained calm.



“Who am I?”

"Well, who do you think you are? What do you call yourselves?"

"I'm called Pa La." Vegeta paused.

"Wild beauty. That's what I called you when we started out." Secka became more courageous.

"What's my real name?"

"Your real name is ... Secka." Secka tore away from Vegeta.

"NO! THAT CANNOT BE !!"

“Yes, it is.” She was close to tears.

"I should be Secka?"

"YES, that's why your son is called Chrement Secka. But he is being renamed. The name Secka is cursed. You are no longer my wife, but the people have not been able to provide an explanation.But we have it well under military control. "



“No, that can't be true.” Confused, she looked at the floor and then ran away.



Vegeta sat back on the grass and thought. So far she really doesn't seem to be able to remember anything.





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so, that's it again

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