In the limbo between Christmas and the turn of the new year I had expected things to settle down in the Palace. Of course, I was entirely wrong about this. The Royal Family's festivities never stopped. My days were spent waiting on the palace's guests and attempting to avoid Wilhelm's gaze for fear of giving away our relationship. My nights were spent in his bed, exploring his body and mind, burrowing deeper into his desires. I was averaging 4 to 5 hours of sleep a night, meaning that the only thing getting me through each shift was the prospect of seeing him again that evening. By day, I wondered the palace like an apparition, struggling to maintain attention to my tasks. By night, Wilhelm stoked my fires as we made love over and over again in his rooms; bent over the bed, pressed against the lavishly curtained walls, seated on the sofa, our eyes inextricably locked together as I slowly raised and lowered myself onto his lap, controlling his pleasure, watching as his desire for me burned deep within his soul.
We gradually became more outgoing in our encounters; passing notes and arranging to meet behind statues and tapestries in shadowy corners whenever I had a spare moment. At midday on New Years' Eve, I found myself pressed up against a statue of King Magnus the first, Wilhelm's fingers stroking me inside as we breathed into each other's mouths.
"I want you Evelyn" he whispered, kissing me with his eyes open and trapping my lower lip between his teeth.
"Get on your knees." I ordered him and he obliged, ducking under my skirts and pulling my undergarments down to my ankles. His tongue began rolling over me and I bit down hard into the flesh at the base of my thumb to keep from crying out into the echoey hallway.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from around the corner, accompanied by a door swinging shut. My eyes snapped open, and panic tightened my chest. Wilhelm removed his lips and fingers from me, leaving my pussy aching with the promise of orgasm left unfulfilled. He flailed his arms helplessly within the confines of my skirts, attempting to free himself. I helped him out from underneath them, biting back laughter. He stood and faced me, eyes wide with fear, doing up the buttons of his shirt haphazardly. He planted a lightning-speed kiss on my lips, leaving them smeared with my sex before starting around the corner. I caught him by the shirt collar and wiped my hand over his sodden lips and chin before shoving him around the side of King Magnus, just in time for the intruder to round the corner.
"Ah, your Majesty" came the voice of his footman "there you are. The Queen would like to see you in her rooms".
"O-oh, right" Wilhelm stammered. I peered through the slither between Magnus' generously sized belly and his right arm to see the prince stood with his hands thrust deep into his pockets. I cupped a hand over my mouth and nose to quell the urge to laugh as I pictured his huge erection standing out below his trousers. "Lead the way then" he said, and they retreated down the corridor.
Before turning the corner, Wilhelm turned and winked at me, humour sparkling in his red face. I held my breath until I heard the door swing shut again before doubling over in fits of maniacal laughter.
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I didn't see him again that day, apart from at the New Years' Eve feast where he looked more miserable than ever. The energy that had animated his physicality for the past week had disappeared and he slumped over his venison looking defeated and sinking glasses of wine at an alarming rate. I tried to catch his eye to ask him non-verbally what in the world was wrong, but he avoided my gaze and stared into his meal, grunting responses to the extended family members seated around him.
In the early hours of the following morning, I went to his rooms, having seen in the new year with Ava. I knocked quietly on the door and waited...
Nothing.
I knocked again.
"Please, Wilhelm. It's Evelyn..." I murmured against the wood. Again, no response. My heart sank into my stomach as I remembered Ava's words to me on Christmas day:
"You're not the first maid to be seduced by Royalty... I don't want you getting hurt."
Feeling used and rejected, I traipsed back across the hall to my room, tears pooling in the corners of my eyes.
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Hung Royals
Fiksi Penggemar*Contains explicit sexual content and language* So I took the characters of Young Royals, sent them back 200 years, added in a fiery redhead housemaid and some Bridgerton-esque sex scenes and voila! I've never shared any of my work wider than a coup...
