A Crown For The Taking

Alene

She stopped and stared at them, Maël couldn't hide the smirk on her face as Alene looked them up and down. The Prince hid his smile quickly, but not quick enough,

"And what would you two be having such a laugh about?" She put her boney hand on her hip, the light pink dress showing her smaller breast now that her enhancements were on the Queens floor.

Nik put his hands in his pockets, quickly checking that all three buttons were done. Maël laughed as she watched him blush,

Maël smiled before she drew out the words, "Oh, I'd tell you but it was a mouthful." Nik choked as the words came out, his face turning beet red as he faced her. Alene just crossed her arms, missing the innuendo. Maël kept her face neutral as she licked her bottom lip, causing the color to drain from Nik's face.

Alene scoffed, "Well it's lovely meeting you, princess Laura was it?" She said the wrong name on purpose, but Maël just smiled, her red dress dipping to show her black lacy underclothes as she bowed to the Princess. Nik held back a laugh as he watched Maël over dramatically greet the Princess,

"Leanna, but you can call me Laura if you wish," she approached her and held a finger under Alene's chin, "You can call me whatever you want." She winked at the Princess and Alene shook off her touch before storming down the hall. No doubt to report that the lady warming his bed tonight may very well be the harmless Princess.

Nik laughed, "You can call me whatever you want." He mocked with a girly twirl.

She bowed in thanks, "I aim to please, plus," she added and touched his chest as she passed him, "She's cute." She shrugs and he shakes his head as she pushes into his chambers.

The light from his floor to wall windows making the outline of her body show from under the dress. Nik smiled and shut the door after checking the halls.

Maël jumped onto the bed and let the dress ride off one of her legs. Bending it in front of him as he walked towards her shedding his layers behind him until the undershirt and pants remained.

"I wanna wait til after dinner," Maël said.

He sighed and shrugged the jacket back on, "Why? Did your little show earlier wear you out?" He climbs in next to her. She slithers under his arm and listens to the steady rhythm in his chest, the masculine and not overbearing chest. She let her hand travel along the thin white shirt and feel the hard muscle wrapped in the soft skin of the Prince.

She looks up at him, "No, have you ever known me to be worn out?" She narrowed her eyes at the handsome face smiling at her.

She pulled her up so she laid in his neck, his hands wrapping around her waist and fingers moving to feel the delicate fabric underneath it.

"No, but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen." He bends her leg around his waist, his hand sliding down her thigh. Too caught up in his touch and his eyes, she let him go right over the knives she'd placed on her leg.

She shot up, stopping him from lifting the dress to confirm his touch.

"Why do you have those for dinner?" He asks and pushes out from her and off of the bed. She fixed her dress and watched him pace, coming up with all the crazy reasons she would be carrying weapons to dinner

"I feel safer with them, it's not the first time you've seen them." She pulled up her dress and pushed the sharp daggers off her body.

He threw up his hands, "But why are you bringing them to dinner?" He asks as she set them on his desk, walking across the room to him. He shakes his hands at her, she takes his wrists into her hands.