THE COURTIER
♡ Ugene ♡My obsession was becoming quite clear to me, it was haunting and if anyone had witness this taking over me- they would not hesitate in hiding me in the dungeons to keep Josephine safe from me. Like a crazed animal I was, I could not keep my hands to myself. Though I claimed to be a gentleman and to never harm Josephine in any way, the way I handled her did not seem to be gentle in any way shape or form to others if they had seen.
From backing her up against the counter in the basement to having my way with her as I pleased, she allowed every moment of it. The moments alone we shared was always in the night when the palace was asleep and quiet, we were awake and dazed by our naked bodies pressed against each other.
We had times of laughter where Josephine would hide away in the kitchens, bringing plates of finger foods, sweets, and fruits for us to share between the night. We lay against her bed, underneath the sheets and share the delight tastes that the food caused us to have.
Josephine was the light in my darkness that tried to slip through my nights alone, she would simply sneak a smile against her lips and I could not help but lean in as she sinks her teeth into a strawberry and I so happen to crave one as well. She shares the sweet fruit as her tongue collides with mine and then the night falls into us having our ways with each other again.
Here, I sit alone in my room dazed off into my drawing session as my hand curves in all the right places that I have memorized the lady in my mind who seized my every thought. Paintings and drawings of her hang all over my room, and if anyone could witness this- if Josephine found this, she'd run, hide, scream for me to leave her because my obsession had become so powerful it blinded me.
A knock on my door erupts my thoughts and has me looking up, I set down my paper and pencil, nearing my bedroom door. Peeking through, not allowing anyone to see in my room, Josephine's doe eyes are meeting mine in hopes of seeing me.
I slide through the crack of the door, shutting it behind me as I stare down at the petite girl in front of me. She has her hands clasped together and she looks as if she is going to burst with excitement.
She coughs, lifting her chin. "Guten Morgen, Ugene. König Jaxson wünscht Ihre Anwesenheit in seinem Büro für ein Treffen." She stands proudly as her sentences form into a beautiful line of German language, and I cannot help the smile that slowly forms upon my lips.
Good morning, Ugene. King Jaxson wishes for your presence in his office for a meeting.
"Good girl," I purr, taking a hold of her waist and pulling her close to my chest. I yearn for her to always be near. "Look at you taking orders from the King himself."
"Well, not quite. I overheard him telling Arabella that he has a meeting soon, so I assumed he would call for you." She shrugs, innocence dances between her dark brown eyes.
"Smart lady," I purr once more, earning a small giggle that falls past her lips and into mine when she reaches forward for mine. I speak through our lips. "What shall I give you this time as a reward for helping me on this conquest?"
"I have so much in mind," she replies, no longer sharing that innocence she once presented forth. Josephine Castings was not as innocent as she shares to the world. When the sun falls, and the moon rises, she is a different lady.
"Do share tonight." I kiss her lips once more, groaning when she tries deepening. I pull away, meeting her pout. "I must go, but I see you tonight, yes?"
"Of course." She nods, now sharing my favorite smile.
I wish our moments together could last forever, but time did not stop on our hour. Her hands slide off of me, and I force my legs to carry me downstairs and into Jaxson's office. He is seated against his chair, leaning over his desk, dealing with paperwork that only his highness can see.
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The Courtier
RomanceBOOK III in the Lockwood series Ugene Chesire, the right hand man to King Jaxson, the gentleman whom is right on time with his schedule to bring forth a calm palace, but don't we all have flaws within our paths? The obsession that was slowly overtak...