"It gets better trust me." He did not pull out he pushed in and made love to me, he made me feel like a woman, he worshipped me, calming my body as his with all his kisses, with his marks.
At last I fell asleep, naked, tangled in the sheets with a warm body by my side, "I love you Naomi." Those were the last words I heard before I drifted off to world where it was only him and I.
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I was awakened with a start, noises drifting from the other room, someone was arguing. "I do not care if she is sleeping wake her up I said." Then there were more noises. "Fine I will do it myself." In no less than a second the door swung open revealing an angry princess. "The rest of you get out of this room."
I tried untangling my legs from the sheets but the pain I got from in between my legs made me stop, it brought a smile to my face. We had even done it in the early hours of the day before he brought me to my room. "I thought you were better than the other ladies, but I can see you are not." She spat, sending me angry glares. "What do you mean better than the other ladies? What have I done this time?" "What have you done! Are you so dumb that you are asking me what you have done! Well, I will spell it out for you, you are a whore!" I winced and not from the pain that came from in between my legs.
:I am not a whore." I had tears in my tears. "Oh really?" She said. "It is only whores that go into my brother's room to seduce him at night just like how you did. The prince needs a queen, a woman not a distraction." I stood up from bed and was in front of her in a flash. "I am not a distraction, I am a woman, capable of being his woman."
" Oh really? Then why did he not mention your name as one of his choices? You slept with my bother to secure the crown!"
" I did not, the only reason as to why I went into his room was because he asked me to. And what do you care? It is not as if you were the one he slept with!" I screamed, the wall palace would have heard me. She eyed me wearily, flicking her waists in a petty manner.
"Leave! Be gone! I will do all in my power to make sure you do not become queen if it came to that." "Why, so you can be it?" She looked at me and sent me a smile. "You know nothing and do not cross me." She turned to leave the room.
"Pathetic I would say, killing the king, and here I thought you were the good person, but your nothing by a low lying little spoiled bitch." I held her hand in mild moment before it could touch my face. "You are not the only one that is as dangerous to stoop so low as to kill the king, if it means giving myself to Trenton so that he could become king before you take up the crown, I will." She laughed, a laugh that sent shivers down my body. "You think you are so smart? Then I leave it to you to figure it out, at the end of the day, you will thank me, ran away now like the coward that you are and all will be forgiven."
"No." I stood my ground. "No I will not ran." She walked to the other side of my room, to the vanity table and picked up a butter knife that I had left there for opening letters, she pointed it at me.
"I do hope you are with child, so it would make everything so much better. Taking the crown from him, killing him. Killing," she looked at me. "You." she let it clatter to the ground, the noise filling the deadly quiet room. "I still find it strange. You rebelled about being here and not wanting to being the prince's spot and now you are getting all rallied up and all mushy bushy when I speak of him, do you mean to tell me you have developed feelings for him?" I love you Naomi, it repeated in my head, i love you Naomi, I heard it loud and clear I love you Naomi, a small blush crept up my face, I looked at my toes. "I see." She said.
"Well in that case," she pulled out a package from behind her back, "I will give you this," she opened it and tiny lids of bottles were shown. "They are antidotes, do be careful as you eat, we would not want to have you dead before we know the gender of the child." She walked into the living room and looked down at the mess that was on the floor. "The walls have ears and strange things are happening in the palace, get some servants to clean up this mess, the rugs are as expensive as gold." She slammed the front door and I could hear her heels clicking and clacking as she walked on the cold marble floor. I sank down to the floor. "What have I done?"
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ROYALTY
Historical FictionWhen Lady Naomi Faye Kathleen the fourth daughter of the Archduke and Archduchess Kathleen receives a letter from the king himself requesting her to attend the year's season ball to compete for the prince's hand, she becomes devastated as she feels...