ROYALTY

Chapter 44

Naomi,

The death of the king is saddening news, but you still have a chance to securing the princes hand. I will not appreciate it if you came home empty handed, the day you do I will send you off to your aunts side where she will..

What she would do, the fire and the burning flames read, I did not care as to what the letter said. I had my own problems, pleasing my father were not them.

"You know when I asked you to accompany me to the library, I did not mean you locking yourself up in that pretty head of yours." I did not give him a reply. "Come," he led me to a love settee and sat down, pulling me on him. "A penny foy your thoughts." I had a lot on my mind, like for example. "How are things at court?"

He drew lazy circles around my back. "Tedious and boring, but the thought of your warm lips keep me alive." I sucked in a breath, his lips were wonderful but there was something in his.. I cleared my throat. "And your mother I have not seen her for a while." He looked into the distance.

" She is the way she is, I guess it is not easy losing someone you love." He adjusted himself so that he was lying on his back and I on him, my head on his shoulder, his hands around me, he pulled me close. "Have you been partaking in the activities of recent.?"  " I am not a sport."

I straggled to move from him but he held me close. "Naomi?" His voice was so gentle, his hands brushing my strands of hair away. He lifted my head so I was looking at him. "Fuck it, you are not a sport." And his lips came crushing down on mine.

That night I slept in his arms, where the whole world was at peace. I felt happy once more.

Or so I thought.

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The door to the breakfast room crushed open. "Mother I will not!" Trenton shouted over his voice, his mother following behind. "I am your mother and whatever I say you must do!" He turned to face her once more. "No."

It was a single syllable but it had so much command, his eyes searched the room till he met mine, I felt my toes curl. The princess saw our little interaction. "But of course brother you must!" He slammed down on the chair and shouted "No."  "Trenton-: His mother began, "Mother no I will not." Madelyn shook her head and sat down.

The room went back to the normal routine of chatter and noises, the king was greatly missed, and so far the activities that were set had been completed and even though I claimed I was no sport for the prince's hand, I still found myself doing them all. And whenever I did, he would smile at me or even congratulate me. We spent most of the evenings together, either in the library or in the gardens. Though no one knew about us being together. Well except the princess. My attention went back to them, they were arguing as always.

"And Maddie mother? She should be given off. She is a nuisance!"  "I will not marry that old buffoon or his son. They are despicable!" She roared back, he sent her death glares.

Again as always Donovan was not present at the table. He had always came up with excuses of handling the princes work. But whenever they did dine together, they were oddly silent. "Mother," he began, "Madelyn is old enough, and not same babe, she needs to be married off. She has so much sexual frustration that she picks on me all the time."

" Trenton Zachery Greyson, mind your manners!" he giggled. Maddie on the other hand sent him more than death daggers, she was sending him death threats. "I will marry at my own time." She placed a napkin on her lap and moved her fork from the left to her right. A control freak. "Not if I can help it." They all picked on each other and the silence that had once filled the room left.

I felt at peace knowing that even as they were one person short, they still loved and cared for each other. I looked down at my food and picked at it, devouring the creamy richness of the cuisine in front of me.

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I hummed a sweet melody, as I walked to the library. I could still feel the soreness from last nights wild ride, as he had said it.

"I want to try something with you Naomi, it will not hurt." He looked me in the eyes as he undressed me under the full moon, the picnic long forgotten. "What?" My dress hit the ground with a dull thud, and I could feel the cold breeze on my body. "You will see baby girl, you will." His hands felt my heavy and sore breasts, they had gotten bigger actually, probably from all the food I was eating. His lips captured one and I almost fell over from the pleasure that came with it, if it had not been for his hands holding me.

He knelt in front of me and kissed my stomach, his hands parting my legs for him. I held his shoulders as I felt his wet tongue on my already wet skin. He pulled me close to him, sucking and taking. He pulled out and looked at me, lust filled his heavy eyes, I felt a tear ran down my eyes as I realised he was going through a lot and I was now his strength, his comfort. He pulled me to the ground with him and made me squat, adjusting himself so that he was directly underneath me, "What are you doing-?" he grabbed my hips and brought me down on him, his lips, his mouth took me in, ravishing me and leaving nothing else but more wanting.

I released in his mouth, my white substance filling him up, and he took me in, swallowing every last me. He came out from underneath me. I was gripping a brunch from a tree. "Are you okay baby?" He asked with concern filling his voice. I nodded my head, as I felt the cold breeze on my open self. His fingers gripped my behind, moving his hands from my back to the line that separates my cheeks. He bent me forward so that I was on my hands and knees and parted my legs for him, he held my hair in his grip and dived in, at first moving slow and then increasing the pace.

With every push I let out a breath. I moaned his name out into the darkness. He did things to me that society would disapprove of. He made me feel womanly. When he had finished, he brought me down to him, where we slept together, legs entangled with legs and half a blanket barely covering us. It was the best night of my entire life. One I was not to forget so soon.

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