The King's Command
You feel the events of last night as you wake up. The massive bed, filled with pillows and silk sheets, offers little relief to your pulsing headache. Natalie sure as hell enjoys it though. You didn’t exactly plan for things with the house-servant to escalate this far. The two of you were childhood friends ever since her mother became a handmaiden to your mother, Queen Laurine.
“Nat,” you gently nudge her awake. “Think you could scoot over a bit to give me more blanket?”
With a soft moan she shifts her weight, loosening slack on the covers. She finishes the movement by pressing her bare skin against yours. Overwhelmed by her soft skin and aroma, you briefly forget about your headache and parched throat. Just as you make your move, someone knocks on the door. You ignore it, but another knock echoes in the room. Cursing, you grab a robe from the floor and make your way to the bedroom door. The morning coolness stings your bare feet on the marble floor. Sunlight shining through the sheer, satin drapes reminds you again of the headache. Creaking the door open, you see one of the house servants.
“Samuel, what are you doing here?” you ask.
“Prince, you are required in the court,” he replies.
“What do they want? They rarely ask for me.”
“Not sure, prince. It sounds important though. All the upper nobility are there including Baron Reginald and Duke Kane.”
“Fine. Inform them I'll be there shortly.”
With a nod, Samuel turns and walks down the hall. You slam the door shut, completely waking Natalie up in the process.
“What — you’re already leaving me?” she playfully whines.
“Sorry, Nat. It's a shame their precious first-born, Urijah, is away otherwise they’d summon him instead. It must be important if they’re not willing to wait for his return.”
“Well don’t take too long. You and I have unfinished business here.”
Fully exposing herself, she slides out from beneath the covers. Her hair length is almost enough to conceal her chest. You smile, thankful it wasn't grown out more.
“You must be on guard when approaching the court.” she warns gliding closer towards you. “Dangerous people seek to occupy places of power.”
With her final word she reaches for a dagger on the nightstand. The blade makes a shrill sound as its razor sharp edge is revealed. In a quick motion, she thrusts the point towards your throat. Despite your poor condition, instinct takes over. Ducking from the thrust, you grab her hand around the hilt and twist backwards, forcing the dagger from her hand and pinning her against the wall.
“Dangerous people are everywhere,” you whisper from behind.
“Nat,” you gently nudge her awake. “Think you could scoot over a bit to give me more blanket?”
With a soft moan she shifts her weight, loosening slack on the covers. She finishes the movement by pressing her bare skin against yours. Overwhelmed by her soft skin and aroma, you briefly forget about your headache and parched throat. Just as you make your move, someone knocks on the door. You ignore it, but another knock echoes in the room. Cursing, you grab a robe from the floor and make your way to the bedroom door. The morning coolness stings your bare feet on the marble floor. Sunlight shining through the sheer, satin drapes reminds you again of the headache. Creaking the door open, you see one of the house servants.
“Samuel, what are you doing here?” you ask.
“Prince, you are required in the court,” he replies.
“What do they want? They rarely ask for me.”
“Not sure, prince. It sounds important though. All the upper nobility are there including Baron Reginald and Duke Kane.”
“Fine. Inform them I'll be there shortly.”
With a nod, Samuel turns and walks down the hall. You slam the door shut, completely waking Natalie up in the process.
“What — you’re already leaving me?” she playfully whines.
“Sorry, Nat. It's a shame their precious first-born, Urijah, is away otherwise they’d summon him instead. It must be important if they’re not willing to wait for his return.”
“Well don’t take too long. You and I have unfinished business here.”
Fully exposing herself, she slides out from beneath the covers. Her hair length is almost enough to conceal her chest. You smile, thankful it wasn't grown out more.
“You must be on guard when approaching the court.” she warns gliding closer towards you. “Dangerous people seek to occupy places of power.”
With her final word she reaches for a dagger on the nightstand. The blade makes a shrill sound as its razor sharp edge is revealed. In a quick motion, she thrusts the point towards your throat. Despite your poor condition, instinct takes over. Ducking from the thrust, you grab her hand around the hilt and twist backwards, forcing the dagger from her hand and pinning her against the wall.
“Dangerous people are everywhere,” you whisper from behind.