The Exotic Dancer.

Prologue - Aelia

Prologue - Aelia

Her hips swayed to the rythm of the music sensually. Every eye in the throne room moved along with her. Her long dark brown hair cascaded down her back in waves and her eyes were closed shut. Aelia was feeling the music and didnt mind the people who were watching her every movement. It was times like this that were making her feel free. The three minutes she was truly herself.

She was not a maid at that moment, she was an exotic dancer. A slave. Her slavery didnt follow her when she was dancing though. She was enjoying herself and the crowd, full of noblemen, enjoyed her dance along with her.

The music was running quicker and quicker following her footsteps. That was no problem for Aelia. She knew how to move along the notes even if she had never heard the same tune in her life before. Her knowledge of music was her guide in situations like this. The musicians were trying to challenge her every single time but she always beat them. Her jewels jingled along with her, as if they were doing their own dance on her body.

Every pair of eyes in the room was glued to her. Every man was caught in a trance while some of them even carried a heavy baggage in the front of their breeches. Aelia didnt care about the men in the room. Except one.

Prince Alexander.

The prince's bright green eyes were drinking Aelia's body as if he was a thristy man in the desert and the dark haired beauty before him was a cold pouch of water. He run his fingers for the tenth time through his brown hair in frustration. He could barely contain himself when Aelia was in the same room.

And her dances, oh her dances were his destruction.

Aelia turned her body towards the thrones in the room. As she was dancing she opened her intense grey eyes and stared at the prince with a small smile on her face as she started traveling her hands from her navel to her exposed stomach and then her covered breasts, teasingly. Her delicate hands found their way to her hair, holding it as she swayed.

Aelia and Alexander were now in their own flirty trance. No one could invade their world and the hunger in his eyes became more and more evident. Aelia once again traveled her hands down her body and he gulped hard, the prince forgot how to breathe for a moment.

The slave before him seemed to understand the music as it slowed down, coming to an end. She positioned herself once again, her arms up in the air and her hip high to her left side.

Once Aelia was done with her dance she bowed to the King and Queen, then to the Prince and princess and then she turned towards the crowd giving them a smaller bow as they hollered and applaud for her beautiful dance that seemed so exotic and magical to them.

Aelia walked away from the throne room as another entertainment was about to begin. She found her way to the door on the side of the room and started making her way to her chamber. Her heart was hummering inside her chest as she was recalling Prince Alexander's expression over and over again.

The way she was almost feeling his touch through his gaze was setting her skin on fire. She wanted him. She felt drawn to him as he felt to her. Aelia knew she was just a slave but she couldnt control her body's reactions when she was around him.

She so desperatelly wanted to feel his hands touch her swelled breasts, her naked skin and his lips on hers. Her feelings toward him were purely sexual, nothing else. Or so she thought.

Back to the throne room prince Alexander tried to compose himself in his seat. His mind was set on the beautiful slave once again but he wanted to push the thought of her away. This ball was a celebration about his engagement after all.