The Heir Apparent - a historical why choose, rh, poly, MMF, spicy romance ✅

Chapter Twenty-Three

Riven

When all was done, she made a quite convincing boy. If, admittedly, a very pretty one.

Even with her breasts bound, her body wrapped in drag boy's clothing, and her hair tucked carefully under a cap, she was far too fucking tempting.

My cock was aching by the time we snuck out of the palace with several of my friends and fellow guards walking ahead and behind us at a discreet distance.

I could not help but wonder if there would be a way to catch her alone to ease the ache.

But I could not put my own selfish needs ahead of hers. Not on such an important day for her.

Was it wise to take the ruler out of the castle with only a few guards to protect her?

No.

No, of course not.

I would argue, however, that it was just as dangerous to have an unhappy queen on the throne.

She had to be given some freedom, a chance to be a human being, a young one at that.

It would even be good for her kingdom that she got to experience the city the way a commoner would, to see and hear and take part in things that no one would ever allow their queen to be around.

There would be times in the future, when the kingdom was fully settled after the attempted coup, where Anevay would be permitted to travel, to see new lands and experience new things.

It would keep her spirits up and make her feel like she got to experience life more.

Until then, however, she was living a very small life.

And as happy as Casimir and I could make her when we were with her in private, she needed things outside of herself to fill her up with joy.

Joy was exactly what I saw on her face the moment we stepped into town, as she stood there, wide-eyed, transfixed by all the things that I had long since started to take for granted.

The sounds that, to me, were familiar to the point of annoyance, to her were thrilling and new.

She stopped at every stand.

She looked in every window.

She stepped inside several shops.

I bought us sweet treats and ale.

I bought her the trinkets I had seen her admiring.

She did not seem upset about the fact that I had instructed her not to speak. She may have just barely been able to pass as a boy, but if she opened that mouth and all that soft and sweet poured out, someone would know things were amiss.

Not even a boy whose balls had not dropped yet sounded as soft as she did.

"Books!" she had cheered softly when she saw the shop ahead, since no one was standing nearby. "Books that are not about previous kings and queens of our land. How refreshing will that be?" she asked, beaming a smile at me before practically bouncing into the bookshop.

I had needed to elicit the help of the other guards to carry back the stack of books she had amassed by the time she was done there.

All in all, we spent several hours browsing just through the main street of town.

"Will they allow me into a tavern?" she asked, eyes bright with mischievousness.

"Yes."

"Even thinking I am but a boy?" she asked.