I, Ache Vol. III

Fairy Tales | Ametrine

Written by pautamik

Once upon a time, there was a woman named Ametrine. She was known for her beautiful face and alluring body. Men clamoured for her attention while women envied her. Not many knew that she also possessed a wicked heart. She was vain, envious and greedy. To get what she wanted, she would use her beauty and her body.

One summer day, it was announced that the Royal Family would visit their town. The King and Queen would be accompanied by Prince Snowden and his betrothed, Lady Firadei. A feast was prepared and everyone was invited to the ball. Ametrine was excited to attend the ball for she dreamed of being a queen. But when she arrived, people were busy chatting or looking at the dais to pay attention to her.

"Have you seen how handsome our King is?"

Her ears perked at the topic of the guests. Surely she would catch his eyes.

"Only a real beauty would be suited to someone like him."

Ametrine smoothed the invisible crease on her dress. She took meticulous care to be sure she looked perfect for tonight.

"Indeed," she heard another woman say. "He was lucky to have found his queen. Not only is she beautiful, she is also kind."

"And have you seen the Prince? He's handsome too."

"Yes! I would love to run my fingers through that luscious black hair."

The women giggled as they talk about the naughty things they dreamed of doing with the Prince. None of those interested Ametrine. She has no use for a handsome prince.

"How am I supposed to get the King's attention," she thought, "if he already has a queen. Unless..."

A plan formed in her head as she left the ball. There was no time to waste. After changing into simpler clothes, she went to the house of her lover, an assassin by the name of Crim.

"I want the Queen dead," she said when she found him in his bedroom.

"Good evening to you too, milady," Crim said as he got up and made a mock bow.

She rolled her eyes and stood before him with hands on her hips. He laughed while he pulled her onto his lap.

"What got your drawers in a twist?"

"I want the Queen dead."

"So I have heard. Did she insult you?"

"By her existence. I want her crown."

"If it's her crown, we can just steal it." She glared at Crim. "Yes, yes. I understand what you want me to do. When have I ever said no to you?"

"Never."

"Sadly."

She moved to straddle him with her hands on his bare shoulders. He held her face in his hands before pulling her into a kiss. She was eager, hoping to get it over with but Crim would not have any of it. He's going to fuck her all night and ruin her for other men. Ametrine may be an insufferable wench most of the time but she was his insufferable wench. If he succeeded and she became Queen, this might be the last time that he could hold her in his arms.

A mischievous thought came into his mind. He reached for the knife on his bedside table and cut through the ribbons that were holding her clothes together. She moaned at his roughness and smiled seductively. He smirked before flipping her on her stomach. Using one hand he held her wrists down while his other hand went between her legs.

"Have you been imagining what wicked things you would do to the King while you were at the ball? Or was it the thought of getting fucked by my cock that had you dripping?"