✧༺ Hearts Of The Crown

𝑹𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏

꒰ ISAAC ꒱

𝑻𝒉𝒆 beer glass had been replenished more times than I could count, yet I continued to partake, fully conscious of my ample capacity. I stirred the liquid within, my thoughts as turbulent as the drink itself.

“Is something amiss, Your Highness?” A woman suddenly collapsed into my lap, her arms encircling my neck, while her lips lightly brushed against it. I surveyed her with an indifferent smirk. The audacity of Heglary’s women, who dared to assume such liberties, was one of the few aspects of this place I found somewhat noteworthy.

“Are you attempting to entice me, Miss…” I inquired, observing the masquerade mask she wore—a typical affectation among the noblewomen of this establishment.

“Ashford is my name, though you may address me as Kate. And yes, if it suits your preference,” she whispered into my ear, her tone deliberately sultry.

Thus, Katherine Ashford, the wife of the Knight Errant. Her unfortunate husband remains blissfully ignorant of his spouse’s proclivities while he is away. A smirk tugged at my lips, a fleeting pang of sympathy for her husband crossing my mind, though it held little significance to me. He likely finds his own amusements elsewhere.

“Be aware that I never decline an invitation to a private encounter, provided you are amenable to my stipulations,” I stated, taking another measured sip of my beer.

“I am well acquainted with your stipulations, and that is precisely why I am here,” she responded, a coquettish wink accompanying her words. “I have secured a room. Shall we proceed, My Prince?” Her breath was warm against my ear, her teeth brushing it lightly.

“Lead the way,” I replied with indifference. She laughed seductively, gracefully rising from my lap, and I followed her through the opulent corridors of the establishment to a private chamber.

Upon entering, the atmosphere grew noticeably more charged. The air thickened with anticipation. She approached, pressing herself against me. Her lips were close to mine when I spoke.

“Remember my stipulations: no kissing, no touching, no sounds, and no repeat engagements, no matter how gratifying this may be,” I declared with a cool, unwavering tone.

“Yes, Your Highness,” she responded quietly. I held little regard for their emotions; they had presented themselves to me, and as a gentleman, I could not decline their advances. “Disrobe,” I instructed. She complied, removing her garments while I observed her with a detached demeanor.

“Assume the position on the bed, on all fours,” I commanded. She complied, her soft humming barely perceptible. I unfastened my trousers and exposed myself, proceeding with my examination.

She responded with evident eagerness, her hands gripping the bedclothes as she murmured softly against the mattress. “No sounds,” I reminded her sharply. I found loud noises to be irksome and distracting, hindering my pursuit of satisfaction.

“My apologies, Your Highness,” she murmured as I continued. When I approached climax, I withdrew swiftly and completed the act outside. I reclined on the bed, the room remaining silent save for the sound of our breathing.

“That was satisfactory,” Kate said, breaking the silence. “What hour is it?”

“It is two in the morning, Your Highness. Might we not remain here for the night?” she suggested.