Her visit was thankfully brief.
Paige ca mainly to see if I was doing fine and soon was sent off to sleep by the strict Duke, who at this point seed troubled by the poor girl’s sensible eyes... And nose.
"I shall take my leave then, Your Grace..... Mm..nn... Good night, MY LADY!"
She yelled when turning to et my eyes and said goodbye while running to the entrance.
The Duke and I watched her leave baffled at the scene and as if thinking the sa, our gazes turned to et each other’s and...
"Hahaha. That child cried her eyes out. Poor soul..."
’Right?! She should–’
"She should have waited to hear everything before jumping to conclusions, haha."
’That! I thought the sa, Mister!’
We were in synchrony as always. And had fun with it.
He pondered a bit while looking at , and then, Marianne’s Father told he would ask Theressa’s maids to help clean up and change into sleeping clothes since a bath wouldn’t be possible under these circumstances.
It’s truly a sha, though.
I was planning on using the famous "Resting Waterfalls" for tonight’s bath. But plans are destined to go wrong in this place.
It was the sa for the Duke. He wanted to call for the maids through the knights that were supposed to stand guard at my doors. Yet, curiously, none was at their usual spot.
"That’s odd... Why would they leave their posts at such an hour?"
Certainly, it was weird if we took into account who I am.
’... Well now... That sounds quite narcissistic even for myself.’
Should I act arrogant? I could start acting flamboyant like the Emperor.
Maybe tomorrow when I et a guard I could say "How dare you leave unprotected the Chambers of, I, the Ninth, Pristina Pars?"
Heh. Just kidding... Or not.
"Sigh... What to do... I don’t want to leave you alone but I also cannot leave you as you are..."
’... I’ll be fine on my own, Mister. We may not look like it, but we are big girls here.’
On average my age and Anne’s make around 20ish years... Let’s not sum it up because we might end up older than the Duke.
Also, being at Fenrir’s chambers, I ought to be safe, right? I’m supposed to be his Protegee or so kind of important piece for whatever they made that pact for. So... It should be okay(?).
He ca back to my side and contemplated for a mont on the idea. I stared at him waiting for him to say sothing but he seed reluctant to say anything.
"Sigh..." — Eventually, he decided to ask. — "Will it be fine if I leave for a mont?... I hate to leave you alone but..."
’Yeah... I would take a bath on my own if I could but, since it’s not possible, I would really appreciate the help.’
"... I promise I will not be gone for long, dear. Rest in the anti." — Giving a peck on the forehead he reassured us. However, it seed like he was also reassuring himself as he did.
’Okay, Mister... Co back quickly. I feel gross since the cold sweat is kind of... Ugh.’
He slowly drew away from us and I watched his back leave through the entrance asking for him to truly make it quick because the dirty sensation of my sweaty skin against my clothes felt more unpleasant when I can’t move.
The silence of the room felt as if its nonexistent sound was going around every corner along the drifting air inside it. And listening to it in my motionless position, I closed my eyes to get a better feel of the solitude I was finally in.
’... It’s peaceful...’ — I told Anne. And at her agreent, we kept quiet in the calmness of our privacy... Ultimately falling asleep again.
*******
His hair was dripping with the now cold water that had cleansed the distasteful shade off of his body.
A new attire was worn. Simple, for he did not want to lose ti dressing up in formal suits at this point of the night.
The soft fabric of a white blouse showcased his muscular cleavage, covered in the alluring frost of the water he had been cleansing at. And, fortunately, thanks to the soft wind that grazed him at his hidden spot in the blessed platform, his urges seed to remain controlled knowing that the slim figure further inside was the Lady he had beco wild for previously.
Her Father was in her company. Hence, he kept hidden, procuring his aural presence was invisible to anyone’s senses, especially the Lady’s Father who was an experienced Warrior.
The gifted ears of his listened carefully to what happened inside. Attentive to the ti he made sure that would co when the man left in search of new servants to assist the Lady.
He had heard the dismissal of the Lady’s close servant and his eyes had told him that assistance would be needed later since her garnts ought to be changed for one proper of the night.
Zeleskiaz took care of luring the awaiting knights away with fake orders and soon... The Duke would leave her chambers for enough ti.
"..."
"I will not be gone for long, dear. Rest in the anti." — He then heard, clearly, the Duke’s temporal farewell.
Seating outside, leaning on the rocky walls for the ti to co, his eyes opened at the gracious signal unknowingly given by Orland.
Zeleskiaz’s heart skipped a bit in excitent. The breeze felt scorching against his exposed skin that quickly began to heat up at the expectation of visiting her in secrecy.
The rush of his blood felt addictive and amid the great stimuli the situation and anticipation distributed throughout his vessels, he waited for that last sound... The definite cue that would allow him to cease his concealnt to enter the walls keeping her.
...Click...
Zeleskiaz stood at the sound of a closed door, composed.
His countenance peeked from the outside and with smooth steps he went inside, pacing sedulously to not disrupt the Lady’s serenity.
Surrounding her mattress... Stealthily like the intruder he was, the Crown Prince fixed his gaze on her resting figure. Lovely and pristine as her title implied, she was calling him effortlessly to her side.
Zeleskiaz placed himself where once the Duke stood and placed his hand on the wood holding the fabric over her mattress. He appreciated her placidity under the candle’s lightning and observed delighted how her chest softly lifted in unison with her tranquil breathing.
She was beautiful. Breathtaking.
"..."
The woman had easily drifted into sleep again, yet he did not mind.
Zeleskiaz sat softly on the edge to watch her for a mont.
’... It is a sha you are not awake to receive , my Lady...’ — The Crown Prince told her in the concealed walls of his psyche.
His eyes found her lonely hand and carefully began fiddling with its fingers, yet it was brief... For The Prince realised.
"..."
He realised she was over sheets similar to his chambers.
"..."
His pause lasted a blink. His hand slid from under hers and... Zeleskiaz proceeded to lean over her.
As one hand supported itself on the back of the mattress and the other on the empty sheets to her side, the man lood over her under the seducing light of her candles.
With no hesitation, his countenance ca closer to hers and feeling the daring graze of her nose’s peak with his... he trembled with eyes shut from the ecstasy.
"... I am sorry, My Lady... You are my perdition... I am mad from addiction to you..." — He whispered, as lust involved him in further heat. Coming out of him in gasping frustration.
He licked his lips, thirsty from the strain the restraint elicited.
Swallow...
"... Forgive , My Lady... If you are to wake... Reduce it from my five chances."
His lips moved to touch hers, apologising beforehand.
Still softness, maddeningly delightful. Zeleskiaz kissed her gently at first, yet his passion took over.
Wanting to sh with her, an intense press of his lips continued, to then sup their taste slowly. His hand had gone from the sheets to her cheek and in the trance his forbidden kiss had drowned him, it went down... Slowly.... Eventually reaching shyly the covered crease of her mounds, to then shalessly rest his palm on her stomach.
"...hahh..."
The slight feel of her ribs enticed his hand to roam her abdon as his lips separated from hers to watch how his touch occurred over her clothes.
"... Pardon ..." — He requested in tremulous rusty whispers.
The audacious hand slid to her back, tracking her lovely waistline and lightly lifting her as he placed himself better on top of her.
Like a snake, his back moved slyly to kiss her in a movent that desired another type of tangling.
Graze...
"... Hahh ah..."
Her breasts... The rciless touch of her dress’s fabric touched his skin... Causing weakness in his tough body.
... Weak. For fewer layers separated their bare bodies.
Smooch...
The sound of his suction echoed seductively. His edges were rosier just like hers... Newly moistened for he wanted more of her fleshy petals...
"My Lady... Get better..."
...tap....
"I will wait for tomorrow impatiently... Co to reproach for this if it was noticed in your slumber..."
’Yet if not...’
... tap... Tap...
"et tomorrow... I shall not disrespect you like this again..."
In an intimate whisper, his corpulence separated from the resting Lady. Carefully taking away his hand, not forgetting to caress her softness as it left.
The aura of the man who was her Father was approaching... His visit was forced to a closing... And only the fluttering curtains were left to make the sleeping Lady company.
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