The Royalty

The Tzarina

Beau Anderson-Vasiliy

-Just like clockwork!-

And don't forget demanding.

Authoritarian.

And dictatorial to boot. The both of them.

Her breasts ached. A clear signal he was very hungry. Glancing at the grandfather clock in her bedroom, she grimaced. It was only 5 AM. Perfect!

Noticing the other side of the mammoth bed empty, she sighed. Once more, her husband beat her to it. They would play and coo until their baby boy asked for something else other than his attention. Beau has something his father lacks.

Milk. She smirked.

Any second now.

Her eyes trained on the heavy door, she waited. A few seconds later, she watched the men of her life approached the bed where she laid on her side facing them. The thin strap of her silk gown slid