I quietly stared at the ceiling as I listened to Nicklos snoring softly next to me. It was comforting to have him near, even if I couldn't sleep. The pressure from his arm wrapped around my waist kept me grounded as I kept pondering over the details that Tucks had given us earlier. Laylia was my sister, and she is working with the Counsel to overthrow my dad. Not even just my dad, they where planning on getting rid of me and Illia as well. If they recognize Laylia as the Illigitimate daughter of my father, that would give her rights to the throne. But she can't ascend to the throne unless the first born of legitamacy is dead. So naturally I would become the target, and then Illia.
If I don't return back to the Kingdom soon, the Counsel will forfeit my rights to the throne, and make Illia the new successor. As per Counsel's request. It's obviously there scheme t
I winced internally as our small group walked through the very tightly packed crowd of the city streets. Shoulders brushed against shoulders, spaces where invaded, and it was hard to breath over the many bodies that surrounded us. I was bumped into many times by other people, and despite it being early morning hours, it was mostly by drunken people. Very loud and obnoxious intoxicated people. Even though the streets where wide enough to fit three carriages, it still didn't seem like enough room as we pushed past the dense crowd. It wouldn't be so bad if all my energy hadn't been spent on Nicklos last night. He seemed so starved for affection that he just couldn't stop at one time. I honestly lost count of how many times he woke me up last night, and each time had been more exhilerating than the last. So not only was my wound irritated, my body was sore, and I was pretty much exhaus
Hugo was quiet, staring at Nicklos intently. Distrust radiated off him like the heat radiated off the sun. He was tense, arms crossed over his chest. The scrunched eyebrows and the way he gritted his teeth while leaning back in his chair, where all tell tale signs that theses two had history. Not a pleasant one at that. The man sitting next to him was of course, in no better shape. The disgust was most eminent. He kept his hands down at his sides, resting next to his knife. Eyebrown scrunched in anger, his eyes never once leaving Nicklos's face, his posture was so rigid I don't even think the wind could move him. But after a few moments of collective silence, a grimy grin appeared on Hugo's face. The yellows of his teeth where bright despite being in a dark room. Black specs coated the grimy teeth, making them look rotten and gross. His lips where chapped, dead skin p
As soon as we got back to the Inn, Nicklos had dragged me back into our room. His face was red with pent up anger as he paced quietly around the room. I quietly sat on the bed, watching his aggitated and jerky movements. It was best not to say anything to him when he got like this. When something seemed like it was out of his control, he would lose his cool and lash out in anger. I know he doesn't mean to, but his over protective side got the better of him and all rationality went out the window. I hated seeing him this way, and nothing I could say in this moment, would help his anger. At least bringing up the subject would anger him. There was other ways to calm him down. "Nicklos, stop pacing around, you are going to wear a hole in the floor." I said softly as I continued to follow him with my eyes. His head snapped over in my direction. His golden e
"This is really unbefitting of a Princess. You shouldn't be showing so much skin." Marquise grumbled angrily. His arms where crossed over his chest and a deep scowl was etched on his face. He was really irate, throwing a silent temper tantrum with the garments I was given. I couldn't really blame him, because I was also feeling rather uncomfortable with the showy and vibrant silk cloth caressing my skin. The silk bring pink satin sat loose on my shoulders. They draped slightly off my shoulders, giving away to the white creamy skin that sat exposed underneath it. A deep 'V' cut nearly exposed my breasts as they gently laid over my chest, hugging them to give them shape. The stomach sat exposed, showing off every faded scar I had earned over the course of six years. Further down, was a skirt that hung loose on my hips. It flowed in the wind with grace, whispering quietly as it brushe
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I honestly didn't know what I was expecting when we had reached Laylia's doors. I had never stepped into a brothel before, let alone seen one so I was a little impressed with how big the building actually was. It was a mansion located atop of a hill just outside the city limits. Stone boulders cemented together formed the outside walls. They looked to have been stained black to give it a dark and creepy edge. The building was as large as seven passenger carts lead by a team of four horses. Bushes had grown out front, and looked to have been recently trimmed. They where neatened into square hedges, no sign of any jutting out branches or leaves. The entry way was a large stone arch that held to doors shaved down and fitted to the odd shape. Large brass knockers where dawned on each door, a way to signal to the people inside that there where guests. The red paint on the door, se
The inside was so definetly different than the outside interior. The walls where of cream coloring, and wooden pillars stood against them. They where dark and recently polished. Around the edges of the walls where it connected with the ceiling, where also lined with a dark wood. A swirling parters sat in each cornered edge, making it look expensive and exotic. A large red carpet covered the entry way hallway. It was soft and plush, making you sink in when you walked. It was way to lavish for my tastes. Torches sitting in metal holsters lined the long hall until it gave way to a lavish foyer. The room was very tall, and a large crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. There where many metal arms that bowed down wards, only to come back up and reach for the ceilings. Thin metal chains covered the metal arms and suspended down towards the ground. Crystals covered the suspended
The room danced and swayed sporatically as I laid limp in Nicklos's hands. I didn't have the energy or will to fight off the drug any more as it continued to move like molases through my veins. Every shift or slight touch from Nicklos and a spark of desire spurred through me like a whild thorough bred horse. All I wanted to do was release this built up tension between my legs, and get rid of the heat coursing through my body. I felt like my head had been submerged underwater. My eyes where so out of focus, that I couldn't really make anything out in the room. It just continued to sway and blend all together, like one giant red and gold flaked blob. I groaned and shut my eyes, hoping that I could come to my senses if I just focused on what little coherent thought I had left. But as soon as my back touched, what I assumed was the comforter of the bed, my body was up in flames. My heart started t