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We arrived at the palace and I started to head to the reception hall, where I was expecting to go when the guards voice asked me, "Excuse me, ma'am? Where are you going?"

I was filled with mortification, how dare I assume anything in this palace, but I asked anyway, "I am sorry, I thought we were going to the reception hall. Is this not about Uriah?"

"I cannot tell you what it is about," the guard looked at me shamefaced, "but King David asked for you to be brought to another room."

The guard seemed uncomfortable by my question so I let it go and followed him. I became concerned, however, seeing the direction in which we were going. As we were so close to the harem now, I could not hold my question in any longer, "Are you sure you are going to the right place?"

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded stoically, "I was instructed to bring you here." and he stopped in front of the door, with a look of relief on his face, "Please go in." he said opening the door to an opulent bed chamber, literally the size of our entire upstairs living space.

I hesitated, a feeling of doom settling on me, "I don't feel right about entering another's bedchamber. Are you sure you have the right spot? Is this truly where I was asked to be taken too?"

He nodded and gestured impatiently for me to go in. So, I did, I truly wanted to know what happened to Uriah, perhaps this was the kings attempt to mollify me by having me come to wherever he was in his busy day to tell me bad news.

Once I entered the room, the door was closed behind me. I leant back on the door and took in my surroundings. As I said, it was an opulent room, it had high ceilings and archways in the room itself. The room appeared to be divided into 4 areas. In front of me was what appeared to be a chair where one could sit, or lie to talk or eat, to the right was what appeared to be a study, there were scrolls on shelves and a desk with ink and quills on it, to the left was a little harder to see, I assume it was a place where you could bathe and dress. Behind the screen were plants and through it you could see a grand bed. I would be lying if I said I was not impressed by the chamber. It was gorgeous.

I wondered what I was to do now so I grabbed my skirts nervously and drew my hands into a fist, "Why here?" I stayed like this a little while, before deciding to go sit on the seat in front of me. It looked so inviting. I thought I would like to have a seat like this in our home as I could sit easily and get up easily and it was so comfortable, I let my guard down, believing I was alone, I acted like a little girl getting her first honey cake, and flopped back on to the luxurious chair.

"Bathsheba," a deep husky voice, spoke my name. I sat bolt upright as I saw the man who spoke my name exiting the darkest corner of the room. It seemed to me he had been watching me this whole time, seeing my reactions.

I jumped upright, blushing and bowing, "Sorry your majesty, I did not see you there."

"It's ok, Bathsheba," he chuckled lifting my head up to look into my eyes.

I felt a schwing flow through me, my entire body reacting to his brown eyed gaze. It seemed to me his eyes were burning with passion for me No that can't be right, he is the king, he can't possibly want me like that, besides which he knows I am married to Uriah. No matter what I feel, I cannot cheat on Uriah! and with that thought I looked away from King David.

"Do you know why I called you here?" he asked me.

"No," I shook my head, "Is Uriah alright? I am guessing it is to do with him."

A bitter laugh burst out of his lips, causing me to look at him again, I was disturbed again by the schwing feeling that had burst through me, David was closer than before, our breaths were almost intermingling, and I found myself breathing raggedly, responding to the hungry desire in his eyes, "No, Bathsheba, it has nothing to do with him, and everything to do with you."

He kissed me then, taking me by surprise, I surrendered myself for a second to the kiss before my senses came back to me, "NO!" I said pushing him away.

He stopped for a minute and touched his lip in almost a wonder, "No?" he questioned me, "It seems to me you enjoyed that as much as I did."

"Enjoyment or not," I retorted, blushing furiously, but not running, perhaps I should have run then, but I did not, "This is a sin. I am married."

"So? All I see is a beautiful single woman here, your husband is not here," he said as he leant in and kissed me again. I found myself responding to his touch and his obvious want of me.

"No!" I stopped the kiss by burying my head is his shoulder, my arms flapping uselessly in objection.

"You mean yes," he said, his expert touch causing me to shudder in delight, conquering my body, not my mind.

"I mean no," I said again, futility, I could not deny how my body was responding, and I could see why he believed I was not saying the truth, a tear fell from my eyes as he lay me back on the bed, pinning me as I struggled.

"You truly are spectacular Bathsheba," he said as he continued to ravish my body.

I fell silent then, I would be lying if I did not think he had a perfectly sculptured body himself, but I could no longer fight him, nor myself, so I surrendered to his actions. Perhaps this delightful torture will end. I am sorry Uriah, I let you and myself down. What if this ends up in a pregnancy? What do I do in that case?

"David?" I said, forcing myself to speak.

"Yes, my love," he kissed the nape of my neck, causing me to tremble with an unwanted desire.

"What happens if I am pregnant by this? Uriah is not here," Another tear leaked out of my eye, I was torn between pleasure and hatred of it. It was wrong, so wrong this moment in time.

"Message me," he said pausing to look into my eyes, "and I will take care of it for you."

I nodded and let him continue what he was doing, my objections to the situation ignored and overruled. I could lose my life if I objected too much, he was our chosen king, who was I to say what he could and could not do? I felt him cum then in me, my body pleased by the transaction that had occurred, leaving me to feel dirty, like I had betrayed my God and my husband by letting David continue.

"David," I said looking at the happy spent man.

He looked at me lovingly, "Yes, my love?"

"This can never happen again," I saw shock flitter across his face, "I mean it. How would you like it if someone made love to one of your other wives on you?"

Understanding dawned on him as he nodded with the sweetest of gentle smiles, "Alright, I understand. I will take this time and cherish it in my memories. Thank you for allowing me this much to remember you by. Please just stay here for a while and rest, I won't ask this of you again as you wish."

I decided to stay as I missed the comfort of my husband's arms around me, and despite the wrongness of my situation I could not help but stay in his loving arms.

Very early the next morning, we bathed together, I got dressed and left for home. A sadness following my footsteps despite the sweet words David spoke to me the entire time I was with him, the fact remained I had slept with another man that was not my husband. According to the law, I should be stoned. I just hoped my sin would not show itself, by falling pregnant with David's child.

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