NOT ROYALE ENOUGH [18+]

12

❥SARAH ❥

I wake up feeling a bit wobbly, and as soon as my feet hit the floor, I feel this heavy weight dragging me down. I look around the room, trying to remember where I am, and then it hits me—I'm still at the palace.

I stumble across the room, hoping a splash of water on my face will help. But when I catch sight of myself in the mirror, I freeze.

I look like a zombie. My hair is a wild mess, one earring is hanging on for dear life, my eyes are dull, and my lips bear the marks of passionate encounters. The hickies have turned an unpleasant shade of purple.

A sinking feeling washes over me. It wasn't just a dream. I whisper to myself, realizing that last night actually happened. I touch the hickies on my neck, confirming the reality. My dress is disheveled, and a memory flashes through my mind—a sentence he said suddenly popped up.

'I want to fuck those lips with my cock, Sarah'

"Fuck!" I can't help but curse out loud. How could I be so foolish? I did something with him, maybe not sex, but still, it was something. I cover my face with my hands, berating myself for my lack of judgment.

I lift my head and approach the mirror, my fingers grazing my lips as I recall his touch and the intensity of our kiss. A strong desire pulses through me as I remember that I didn't wear anything beneath this dress.

I hear his voice in my mind, commanding me to be free. I shouldn't still be yearning for this, but I fucking do and that was against the contract.

I tugged at my hair, my frustration evident as I muttered, "If Alex finds out..."

Suddenly, a knock on the door startled me. It was Alex, calling my name from the other side.

Why does everything have to happen to me?

"I'm up!" I called out, hastily hiding the empty bottle under the sheets and rushing to the bathroom. I discarded my gown and immersed myself in the bathtub, hoping the foam would conceal the evidence of my hickies.

Alex entered the bathroom with a forced smile. "Good morning," she greeted.

"Good morning," I replied, noticing her change of clothes. Suppressing a laugh, I asked, "What are you wearing?"

Annoyed, she groaned and walked towards the bathroom mirror. "Christopher has teased me enough, and now you."

Why did she have to mention his name? The guilt flooded over me.

"Come on, it's not that bad..." I trailed off, examining her attire. She was wearing a matching purple top and a straight skirt, resembling the secretaries in corporate offices. "...just different."

She scoffed. "Chris said the same thing."

Ah,Great. Now we think alike. How wonderful.

"R...Really?" I managed to say, attempting to keep a straight face.