The Noble Woman

Chapter 3

Prince George dances gracefully with me in front of a parade of people. We spin and twirl at his ball. He really is a great dancer. My ribs ache from the corset and my feet hurt from these tight shoes! He is gazing into my eyes like he is deeply in love with me, I am gazing back into his with the same intensity, but the only thing on my mind is Morgan. I am eager to get back home so I can be in her arms once again. I haven't seen her all day and its killing me inside how much I miss her. The royal family and my family looks at us in admiration. We look like the perfect couple. If only I was in love with him, then this would be perfect. Every girls dream is to be a princess I suppose. But I am not in love with him and I doubt I ever will be, because I am head over heels for someone else.

I close my eyes and image her fresh scent. I imagine the feel of her lips on mine. I remember how her fingers danced gracefully over every inch of my body. I smile at the thought of last night,

"You seem to be enjoying your self my future princess," George says noticing my smile

"Yes, very much," Then I kiss him on the lips, If only he knew the real reason I was smiling

"Would you do me the honor of spending the night with me tonight?"

Dammit! I was looking forward to spending the night with Morgan, I wonder what would happen if i declined?

"Of course," I say with a fake smile, he kisses my hair

After hours of dancing, conversing, eating and being fondled by George, the ball has finally come to an end. I am laying down on George's bed in only my undergarments, while he is putting on a classical song to listen to. I am imagining what I could be doing with Morgan right now when I feel his hand creep up my thigh. He doesn't have the same effect on me as Morgan, quite honestly, the feel of his hands on my thigh is quite revolting. But I know he wants to go all the way tonight, and I know I cant refuse him. He trails his hand up and down my thigh three or four times while I close my eyes and try to ignore it.

"I want you," He purrs into my ear

"I know you do,"

"Take off your clothes," He whispers even lower

As I take off my clothes I cant help but feel as if I'm betraying Morgan. My body belongs to her, she knows every inch of it better than anyone else. I lay on my back nude and he looks at me excitedly,

"Oh, my beautiful true love," He says and he climbs on top of me and starts kissing my neck

True love? You barely even know me! This is a very sick situation. The only reason he wants me is because I am good eye candy. I look great by his side.

He starts to touch, kiss and lick me in intimate places. I squirm uncomfortably but he mistakes it as a squirm of pleasure. I wish he would just hurry up and finish. He climbs on top of me and begins to have sex with me slow and sensual, I am completely turned off and I just wish he would stop. But I will soon be his wife, so I must act in a appropriate manner, so i moan and shake as if hes making me feel great. Hes gazing into my face while i am looking at the ceiling. After 40 horrible minutes, he is finally finished.

"You will make the perfect wife," He says as he wipes sweat off of his forehead

I lay there sweaty and feeling disgusted and violated. How do people enjoy this? It was painful and I hated every minute of it. But i must get used to it, I must grow to love it. The room smells funny and it takes everything in me not to vomit all over these silk sheets that are sticking to me due to the excessive sweat.

"When will you propose?" I wonder

"Next week, the King is throwing a huge Ball. Every one who is anyone will be there. At that ball i will profess my deep true love to you and then propose," He says looking like he believes that he actually loves me