The Heirs

Chapter 6- A Change of Scenery

their gather-roses burden
to warn against the danger
that overtaken lovers
from being overflooded
with happiness should have it-
and yet not know they have it.
-

“We only have fifteen minutes-”

“More than enough-”

“I do like taking my time, you know, be-”

“Hush, Princess, they’ll start looking for you by the time you finish your innermost thoughts.”

Seraphina wanted to scowl, but had to admit that Cleo wasn’t wrong after all. She did take her sweet time speaking out.
“Fine.” She said, and pulled her closer, before leaning ahead and capturing her lips with hers.

Cleo smiled into the kiss, tugging down one of Seraphina’s sleeves and slipping her hand inside her blouse, and the Princess was torn between a moan and a giggle, because she was rather ticklish. She moved her hands down the soldier’s armour clad body- the woman never took it off, claiming she had to be on her guard all the time, and it annoyed her during moments like these- and she hooked her thumbs into her breeches, making them drop to her feet, and sliding her hand between her legs, making Cleo gasp.

“Don’t you like it?” Seraphina murmured against her lips, and was not surprised when Cleo responded with physical action, pulling the top of her gown down to her waist, leaving her torso bare. It was November, and she got cold easily, despite the Rihaayan climate, but she was too hot in this moment to pay any heed to the temperature.

“With your fingers where they are, how can I not? Though the boldness is strange, I admit.” Cleo responded throatily, pushing her harder into the wall, before bending down, her hands gripping Seraphina’s waist, and pressing her lips to the Princess’s breast.

This time, Seraphina did moan, throwing her head back in ecstasy, “Me, bold? Says the one who- who’s got her tongue around my nip-”

“Heavens, it’s da- Seraphina!”

“Mother!” Seraphina shrieked, shoving Cleo away and wrenching her top up to cover herself. But what was there to be seen, had been seen, and even her quick action did nothing, leaving the daughter and the mother staring at each other in shock and horror.

Sanya gaped, her mouth and eyes wide, and it seemed like she’d forgotten how to breathe for a good few seconds. Her- her littlest child- who’d just turned eighteen today- topless against a wall, her hand between a soldier’s legs, said soldier’s trousers at her feet and mouth on her littlest child’s chest.
Her baby girl having sex!
“I-” She managed at long last, after what felt like a few centuries of strained silence. She couldn’t think of what to say to her daughter, and so turned towards the soldier- oh, it was Cleo, she shouldn’t have been surprised- who was attempting to pull her breeches up while sitting on the ground, her expression terrified. “Why don’t you go and patrol the Gardens? See if- uh- there- there aren’t any intruders.”

Cleo finally managed to get her breeches up, and she quickly got to her feet, bowed to her High Queen, shot Seraphina a frustrated look, and dashed away with what little dignity she still had left.

There were a few more minutes of painfully awkward silence, Seraphina’s hands wrapping around herself and Sanya shifting from one foot to the other, both searching for something to say.

“Elani.” Her mother began, as calmly as she could while she had no idea as to how she felt about this. “Is this the reason you didn’t want to do anything special on your birthday? You had plans with your- girlfriend?”

“No.” She said, before shutting up and feeling stupid. Oh, whatever would she say? All she could think now was how embarrassed she was- and how angry her mother’s intrusion made her. “I didn’t want to do anything special because I didn’t want a fuss made of me by everyone. I just wanted to be by myself.”