Roseline had really enjoyed her walk with the princess as she had gotten to see so many important placed of the Kingdom. Indeed, the Gaza Kingdom was one of a kind. It was so big and beautiful and just like the ones she normally saw in her reading book - History of the Greatest Kingdom Ah! The memory made her miss home. Walking with the princess made her forget all about her worries and even the burning pains she had been feeling betwixt her legs. It was memorable. When they became exhausted, they both returned to the room and Roseline requested another meal which Martha didn't hesitate to give to her "I' need to check up on something, dear. I'll be back" Martha said as she stood up, her hand on Roseline's shoulder. She was already eating. "Okay. Thank you" Roseline said happily and watched her leave. Then, she focused more on her meal. Well, th palace seemed really cool, just that, it

Roseline was having a nice time in the room when the door suddenly opened and one of the guards walked in."Miss Rose, the King wants you in his chambers" he said and Roseline felt all the blood run dry from her veins. Oh God!A sharp headache attacked her immediately as she stared at him. "The King?" She repeated and he just nodded in confirmation. Why was he calling for her? It wasn't even night yet. Why does he want her in his chambers already?She remained sitting on the bed, her gaze on the floor. Could it be possible he wanted to have s.ex with her? But she still felt sour from the previous night incidence and wasn't ready for another intercourse. She wasn't ready. "C... Could you tell him I'm sleeping?" She asksd and the guard looked at her in Surprise."That'd be a lie, ma'am, and I'm sorry I can't lie to the King. Please, you n

Roseline stood sullenly in the room as she fixed her dress.  The King was behind her, fixing his as well. And as he did, he took out time to admire Roseline from the back. Not really admire, but stare.  He stared at her as she lifted her gown up to her chest level, fixed the hands and adjusted the tiny folds. No doubt, she was angry and he wouldn't blame her. But he wouldn't blame himself either because the urge had been so strong and she was just the only one that could satisfy him.   As a matter of fact, just staring at her form behind, he was already begining to feel his manhood jerk in his trousers. The urge was coming right at him again that he felt like gripping and falling her back there on the bed so he could bury him self into her once more.  He walked upto her and held her by the waist, pulling her close. And Roseline shook a little as she didn't expect

Roseline had made up her mind. She was going to escape during the party. Yes, she was going to escape and go home to her father.First, she needed to see him because she's missed him terribly.. Secondly, she needed to hear his own side of the story so she could know the truth. Why would he kill the late King's innocent wife just to get revenge? Why would he do such a thing?Something in her guts kept telling her it was risky trying to escape. If King Lincoln should catch her, he was definitely going to get mad and punish her. Recalling how he had slapped her the previous night made her feel so bad and reminded her of the fact that he could hurt her whenever he wanted. But still, she needed to do it; needed to go home and see her father by all means. She just couldn't help it. **After her time with Princess Martha, she had fallen asleep on the bed, not having any other thing to do. And by the time she was awake, it was already dark

Soon enough, Lincoln left her clit and went to her chest instead. Oh! He was tempted to get rid of her dress, tear it up so her boobs come bouncing out. But no, the party was still on and he couldn't afford to ruin her dress that way. So, he just snaked his hand to her chest and squeezed her boobs from the clothes. "Ah" she winced a little, unfamiliar to the pressure he applied. She held on to the table tight so she doesn't trip because he was beginning to bang her real bad. With each thrust he made, she could feel him going real deep into her, so deep she was beginning to fear he might injure her. "Oh! Damnit!" Lincoln growled and squeezed her breasts more. The pleasure was over riding him.  She felt so tight and sweet and each movement he made into her was rewarded with a tight silky feeling round his manhood. Nothing has ever felt better - nothing. Roseline placed her