What a busy day today, everyone is running sowhere, doing sothing. No other way than the king of another country should arrive, everything was already too perfect around. Servants in their formal clothes, girls in starched aprons with expressed concern on their faces.
Mrs. Rose, by the way, I never found, this woman is surprisingly elusive when she is really needed. Jenin, too, seed to have fallen through the ground. I had no desire to stay locked up, so I went to the kitchen. Surely there are a lot of goodies there now, I’ll take one, no one will notice.
Previously, I could co to the cook at any ti of the day or night and, as if by magic, he would get a cake for , delicious and fragrant. The mories caused to salivate. There was not enough sweetness in the blood.
The kitchen, as expected, was chaotic and it was very hot. Huge vats bubbled, emitted steam and slled so deliciously appetizing. My tummy rumbled, welcoming the variety of edible slls. The cook, a middle-aged man, wiped his hands on his apron and looked at appraisingly.
- Are you hungry, girl? – how clever, probably often saves maids dying of hunger.
- Just a little. Lunch slipped by sohow unnoticed. - I smiled weakly, embarrassed.
- Here you go. - he handed a handful of berries and a small bun, generously sprinkled with sugar. – I know you like that, just co for sweets. Fortunately, today there are too many products. - he grinned and continued slicing vegetables, adding them to the boiling vat.
- Thank you. – I accepted the generous gift with a bow and imdiately took a bite of the fragrant bun. Oh, what a pleasant texture it dissolved in the mouth, a solid pleasure. I broke into a smile and decided to talk a little cook.
- Mr. Cook, do you happen to know who is expected today? – I was just curious.
- Mr. Cook? - he laughed heartily. - Please, Mr. Porter, it’s better. Lady Giselle, Princess of Adaman, is arriving today. They say that she is an extrely ambitious and demanding girl, so this morning the whole castle is on its ears. Even the night servants are all at work.
- She has already visited our castle several tis before, but only today the king ordered to arrange a whole feast in her honor. - he shrugged, indicating his ignorance of the purpose of her arrival.
- I see. It must be sothing really important. Well, I’ll go. Thank you so much for saving my stomach. - I smiled brightly.
- Absolutely not at all.
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There was no desire to loiter around the castle, and I was thinking of going to the library, after all, I was uncomfortable in the royal bedroom.
It turns out that in a crowd of scurrying servants, it’s so easy to get lost. How good that I decided not to wear an apron, the nondescript brown dress was not so striking. I quietly slipped inside and made sure that no one was there. Although, honestly, I thought the sa last ti. My brain imdiately started coming up with excuses in case I was caught.
Last ti it was too dark, and I couldn’t see the high pointed ceiling, which was painted with unusual paintings. Most of them had images of the sa woman. It was as if they were creating a consistent story and everything ended with an indomitable fire that consud her without a trace. An interesting concept, why did the artist choose such a sad motif for his work?
This ti I carefully looked through the shelves and noticed that most of the books are textbooks on magic, magical creatures and artifacts. In general, everything that is sohow connected with magic. There was also one shelf, completely reserved for classical literature and several for scientific literature.
Science did not arouse any interest, magic was beyond my control, but magical creatures attracted very much. I’ve already heard about werewolves and witches, I’ve even t the latter more than once in Riliya, but that’s all.
Information was scarce, it was rumored that werewolves were created by human intervention, but then they could be called magical creatures with a stretch or not? Interest was awakening in with a frenzied force. Surprisingly, my hands almost didn’t hurt anymore and I enthusiastically took up reading the book.
It told about dragons, demons, elves, fairies, pixies, sirens, trolls and other magical creatures. God, how many are there? Do they all exist or once existed? A slight shiver ran down my spine, I would not like to et any of them.
I was about to close the book when I saw an image of a creepy man with an ugly evil face, bloody eyes and teeth-blades that were clearly longer than a normal person.
"Vampires are creatures of the night, living off the blood of their victims," read the postscript below.
I imdiately rembered Raphael’s scarlet eyes and I felt uneasy, as if there was not enough air in this huge room. I waved away this thought, what nonsense. He is definitely not ugly, even rather handso as a God, and he does not have long protruding fangs. And he didn’t suck the blood out of , even though I’ve already poured it out twice in front of him.
- Yeah, it definitely can’t be. - I muttered to myself.
- Can’t be what?
I scread with fright. Who is sneaking up so unnoticed!
The King stood before in all his glory. He looked from to the open book and grinned, pulling it out of my hands.
- What an interesting read, Princess. And I thought you’d be reading romance novels. – he said, flipping through the pages with the creatures.
- Are there any here? - I retorted in response.
- Oh, what’s not here, honey. – my heart skipped a beat at such a nickna. – There are even more interesting things than simple romance novels. Do you want to watch it together? - his eyes sparkled with mischief.
What kind of books are there that made him so animated?
- I’m sure I don’t need it. - the impudent answer burst out of .
- Well, don’t give up so soon, Princess. Believe , there are very interesting things described there. I’m sure you’d like it. – after all, my gut does not let down, I did not have a desire to look at these books of his.
Raphael continued to look at searchingly with mischievous sparkles in his eyes, and I seed to lt slowly under his gaze.
He bit his lower lip slightly, exposing his snow–white teeth. And I imdiately noticed that there were no fangs. It beca sohow calr.
- Now tell , naughty little girl, what the hell are you doing here? - his tone changed abruptly, as if all the words he uttered were covered with a layer of frosty frost.
- I-I... just... - why did all the excuses that I had previously co up with in my head not concern Raphael? Did I think that I wouldn’t step on the rake twice with him? And anyway, I promised myself not to be his errand girl. I’m the princess of Riliya and I don’t have to answer to him.
- I decided to pass the ti by reading books, since you didn’t forbid to do it last ti. - Lifting my chin up, I boldly t his gaze.
- I didn’t let you leave my room! - He hissed angrily.
- But you didn’t forbid it either! - I retorted.
He irritably combed back the bangs hanging from his forehead, and pressed his lips into a thin line. There was an awkward silence. Is he angry or sothing? I got the answer right away.
- Well, that’s it, you’re done. - With a jerk, he lifted up and threw over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, loudly slapping my ass with his powerful hand.
- Let go now! – I tried to break out of his death grip.
Raphael completely ignored .
- I’m uncomfortable, put on the floor! - The answer was an even tighter grip as he hoisted up on his shoulder.
I just had ti to gasp, as we disappeared from the library in an instant and were back in his bedroom. What kind of magic is this? I’ve never seen anything like this before.
But there was no ti to think about it, the next second he threw on the bed and began to undress unequivocally. The king deftly undid the cufflinks, then straightened the buttons and threw his shirt on the floor, and I saw his naked athletic torso. Exactly the sa, deliciously smooth, as I saw it on the first day.
I swallowed nervously and began to crawl further to the head of the bed, but I felt his hot fingers wrap around my ankle and did not give any hope of retreat.
- Where are you going, Princess? – he asked and pulled to him.
I looked extrely defiant: my hair was in disarray, my clothes were rumpled and pulled up.
He climbed onto the bed and lood over , rudely grabbing by the bare knee. Stupid maid’s dress, it bared too easily. Sha.
I had to resist his obscene behavior, but my body was against it and seed to want more when his hand slid further, lifting the hem of the dress higher. It was as if fire was being poured over the body, the heart was pounding like mad, and the breath was lost irrevocably.
- What are you doing, Your Majesty? You can’t do that... - I tried to control my clouded mind.
- Who said that? – that probing grin of his again.
And then his hot mouth pressed against the inside of my thigh, tearing a moan from the scarlet lips.
- You know, Princess, you’re such a liar. But I even like it. - without raising his head he whispered, and then licked the skin of my thigh.
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