Fantasies

Teach Me How to Love (Part 3)

Meanwhile, across the kingdom, the fair maiden who remains nameless to the masses is being fitted for the most beautiful dress that has ever graced her skin. The deep sapphire; complimenting her namesake given by her dear friend the Queen, and the exquisite pearls and silver bead work make for the most eye-catching, sparkling gown.

"Miss Cabello, how do you like the fit" her lady's maid asks her. "I quite like it a lot Julia. This color is divine and I simply cannot wait for Taylor and Joe's reaction" she smiles as she admires herself in the mirror. The seamstress, sworn to secrecy, placed the finishing touches on the gown and looked on in awe at the petite girl whose beautiful frame made her handy work look like the most treasured fabric in all the land.

"You look, dare I say it, gorgeous Miss Cabello!" The seamstress remarked, admiring her work, but also the young girl inside of it. She had been commissioned by the Queen to make sure the young maiden had plenty of well made gowns and sets of lace for underneath. Corsets of course were a must, but in the days since Queen Taylor took the throne, she'd changed the rules and expectations of what a lady could wear. As was tradition to the time, a corset must be worn under any ball gown; but as per her new order; lace or whatever fabric was comfortable to the skin could be worn underneath day to day attire.

"You've done most fine work Mrs. Rosebloom. I am most pleased and comforted in your work," Camila smiles at the seamstress. "I'll make sure to tell Taylor of your exquisite work and profound patience with me." She slightly giggled as she grabbed the woman in a gentle hug, quite surprising the older woman, but after a few moments she hugged the young girl back just the same. The Queen had given Mrs. Rosebloom some back history of her newest "Jewel" and it broke her heart to hear someone as kind and sweet as Miss Cabello had been forcefully abandoned by death.

"You're most welcome my dear. I do believe you'll have no problem at all catching the eye of whatever suitor you choose," she said, holding the girls hands in her own as she proceeded to give her some much appreciated motherly advice.

"Well, I must be on my way back to the palace, but thank you again for your hard work and kindness Mrs. Rosebloom, and of course your words of advice. I'm most thankful to you!" Camila smiled as she bid the older woman a due and her and Julia inconspicuously left the shop and were ushered to the carriage waiting to take them back to the palace.

As per tradition, the seasons "Jewel" got to spend her days until she met a worthy suitor, in the palace. She was allowed certain trips to the town square or further out of town as so desired for a day trip. Camila was in awe of the palace and all her friend, the Queen had acquired the day she took the throne. She was beyond grateful for the chance her dearest friend had given her for a better life and she'd heard through the gossip mill that a suitor from Pickering was to make an appearance at the annual ball. What was so peculiar to her was that she'd heard the Duke hadn't made an appearance at this event in quite some time. She wondered why that was, and as stubborn and determined as she knew she could be, by God if she didn't find out for herself. She made a mental note to seek out the Duke upon his arrival to the ball.

Camila isn't one to go after someone based on status or charm; but she had the slightest suspicion that the Duke of Pickering was the suitor Taylor kept rambling incessantly about to anyone within the confines of the palace that would listen.

From what she'd heard of the young man, it sounded as though tragedy had struck him at a younger age as well, leaving him to fend for himself; much like herself. She'd heard rumors that Taylor had chosen her this year because she possessed the qualities she felt would make the Duke of Pickering come out of hiding and rejoin society. She knew of no malicious intent behind the Queens choosing, and to be quite honest, Camila was flattered her dear friend would go to such lengths to see both of her friends happy.

After some time had passed since her arrival back at the palace, Camila had decided to call it a night. Julia helped her take her hair down, and change into a white silk nightgown. Bidding Julia goodnight, she locked the door once Julia had left and found herself laying back on her bed, gentle hands roaming her body in search of the pleasure she craved. Much to her displeasure, her mother never taught her much of what a lady should know when she reaches a certain age. The more she thought about it though, the more she found herself missing her parents profoundly. It had been more than eight years since their sudden passing, and as Camila had turned twenty-eight earlier in the year, she found herself forgetting and forgiving her mother for never telling her the desires a young woman may beg to feel either alone, or in bed with a man.

Unbeknownst to anyone that would ask, except Taylor, after the murder of her parents, Camila went on the warpath trying to find the person responsible. She lead a life of seduction and would find a man that fit the description given to her by the Royal Guard. She'd do what she could to get him to speak of his endeavors and a few times found herself between the sheets, forced to comply with his demands and forced to orgasm on his command.

When the murderer was finally captured, after his most dreadful and unpleasant confession, he was hung in the town square for all to see. Camila vowed from that day forward that she would no longer seduce a man, and she would no longer bow down to their needs and desires. She sought counsel of her dear friend Taylor and with her guidance, she became a better, more stable version of herself.

Now, as her hands found purchase between her legs, she touched herself in a way that made her body quake and her breath become rapid. Taylor had taught her of such things and assured her it was okay for a lady to do in private. Pleasure was not only to be had at the hands of a man.

As she reached the climax of her arousal, Camila stifled her moans with her pillow as one hand continued to grace her heat and the other tweaked at her breast, leaving her the utmost self satisfied.

As her breathing regulated back to that of a normal pace, Camila slowly drifted to sleep. That night she had vivid dreams of a Duke she yet did not know and hopes of finding a suitor that would allow her to learn in love with him, and not just require her to love him as he saw fit.

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