Unkissed. (Rated R)

35.🐸

The king's props themselves highest amongst the thrones, sat like God's of great darkness peering down to all the men and women adorned in fine Jewlery and designer clothing. Ray and I along with many attending guards aligned on the walls, Charlotte blending in with the crowd while staying close to the posts.

Chatters and murmurs along with roars of laughter bouncing throughout the hallow walls, when the clock struck three. Bells resounding beyond the horizon disrupting the white birds and they fly away like a school.

Sounds of the cheers of the crowd outside roar like a crashing wave.

It is time, mingling amongst the elites came to an end, the coronation is about to begin. In the massive golden ball room, we all stood; men and women, all glancing at the opening of a large door just under neath where the Kings have sat.

A pin drop silence of anticipation, all but soft patters of a little dark-haired boy running down the hall, unwary to the current events, the tip of his small dress shoes got caught under an Un flattened surface of the rug where the guards and security stood, and nearly tumbled to the ground.

Stoically I nudged myself forwards, breaking his fall, as he wraps himself around my leg. From the end his mother gently rushes over, huffing out exhaustion and frustration.

"What have I told you about running?" she hisses pulling his ear attempting to unwrap him from my pant leg.

"I am so sor-" -- She glances up at me in a double take and her pale skin gushes red--. "ry." she finishes.

Little to no wrinkles upon her face. Unlike majority of the guests within the ball room, she seems to be about the same age as me, like Charlotte her skin milky, and piercing emerald eyes, a purple gown hugging her figure adorned by tiny glitter like jewels from waist to chest. And hydrated skin.

"Uh, I am sorry, m-my son is kind of a runner," her breath lowering to a whisper, she huffs a chuckle displaying rows of ivory teeth. And I nod. Her nervous chuckle then fades as she directs her attention to the little boy still clung to my leg. "Get over here right now or else," she threatens.

In defiance he tightens his grip around me, in that moment I felt his heart beating at an alarming brisk. He glances up to me from below, and I feel his tiny bones shiver meeting my glare. Forest green emeralds glossing with fear, and he gulps. Unwrapping himself from me and slipping behind his mother.

"Uh, thank you." She gushes, her mouth stretches to spew more words when the trumpets in the castle suddenly resound.

As I reposition myself against the wall the woman turns back to me, using the last seconds to hungrily rake my body with her eyes, turning her steps back to the crowd, as if feeling my eyes on her backside she sways her hips, her bum ripples and through the thin fabric of her gown it was noticeable she had no panties on, just how I liked it.

I lick my lips, her eyes unabashedly met mine with a smirk and I watch as she disappears into the crowd.

My creeping smirk fades when I noticed her son peering back at me with a sorrowful gaze, puffy cheeks red with a tear bead gliding down his face.

"Such a lady charmer." Charlotte whispers, her frame closing in onto me until she stands at my side.

I shrugged away a feeling, and the corner of my lip tugs softly, "She couldn't handle this hunger." I muse.

"Ladies, and Gentlemen," an elder man rasps, Charlottes words disperses as the walls pick up the echo of an old man, yet his body was not seen. "For centuries the Okum family has stood and fought against many great enemies and anyone who threatens the crown, and the host who wears it." His voice reverberates like speakers.