Finally

Part 44: Fuckingham Palace

The sign on the black door said it all.

This is a room built for a queen.

As I glance down at Helen, I can't tell if she's pissed off still or nervous.

The only reason we're here is because I failed her today.

And the only reason we're here in a public space- about to have it out in this fucked up themed sex dungeon, is because I need her to feel she can be vocal with me about my fuck ups and find some sort of sexual relief if I can't provide that for her.

Is this extreme?

Maybe.

Probably.

Yes.

It was one incident and suddenly I'm too inept to just talk about our problem—my problem.

Walking into the room, it is set up as one would assume Queen Elizabeth out have her throne room.

Just with some extra kinky shit and a bed.

Gold embossed furniture liters the royal room. A wall that's painted as a window has a LED screen that has a British garden view playing in it. Birds fly by the 'window', leaves on the trees and bushes sway with an invisible breeze.

It's actually pretty fucking cool.

Putting the occupied sign on the door, I turn and set the bag of things and our robes on the console table by the door.

"Well...my Queen..." I say with a bit of a stammer to my voice and the best accent I can muster. Turning and looking at me, her face is long and she is definitely unimpressed.

"What are we doing?" She asks simply.

"Why, your Highness, we are going to have some fun." When I say it, her face grows even longer and she sighs before finding her way to sit on the throne. "Very good, Milady."

"Max, stop." She waves her hand at me and sighs once more.

"Can I interest you in..."

"Stop!" She says once more and she isn't playing. Staring at her, I can't help but slump in my posture.

I really messed this whole thing up.

Of course she doesn't want to make love tonight.

Hell she didn't even want to come and I once more was selfish and made her.

Sighing, all I can do I go to the fake window and stare out it. The animation continues to roll smoothly and the light classical music plays softly in the space around us.

"I don't know what to do." I say without looking at her. "I...I felt so horrible today. I just wanted to...to try and make it better. I just wanted to make you feel better and it isn't working...so let's just go."

I turn to head towards the door and her eyes just follow me from the throne.

"Who...who were you thinking about?" She asks with a slight stutter.

Her question is beyond odd.

Who was I thinking about?

When?

When I made this decision to come here?

"What are you... what do you mean?" I ask and she sighs before looking towards the window. "Who was I thinking about?"

She refuses to look at me for a while, but when she does look back there are tears in her eyes.

"When you came."