Chapter 3
Sinful memories of our past encounter flooded my thoughts so suddenly and with such force that I felt a wave of dizziness sweep over me. A hot flush rose swiftly to my cheeks.
"Come here." Princess Yseldra's called.
I obeyed. Perhaps it was reverence… though truthfully, her voice pulled at me.
"Which one do you favor more?" she asked, beaming brightly as she lifted the two toy horses for me to consider, as though her mouth had not so recently spoken the foulest words I had ever heard.
I tried to focus on the toys, truly I did, but my mind had been led astray by the sinful visions that clouded my thoughts. I could see only her face, flushed with passion as she stroke her large manhood. My own sex pulsed. I felt the shameful wetness blooming again.
"Your thoughts have drifted far, my sweet," she murmured wickedly, leaning in close enough that her breath ghosted over my skin. "If you are hungry for my cock, you need only say so."
She straightened then, showing me the horses once more.
"I-I must return to the temple soon," I stammered, my eyes lowering shyly, for I could not meet her gaze. "I have other tasks I must attend to today."
"No, you do not. I was the one who bade Father Sorin send you on this errand. You belong to me for the day."
My eyes widened in stunned disbelief, my lips parted in a breathless gasp.
She smirked at my reaction, her golden eyes alight with amused mischief. "Will you stop conjuring such a delightful array of expressions? You look so utterly adorable and so very exquisite all at once, you are going to make my cock hard."
At her words, my entire face flamed with heat, and I could feel the blush spreading all the way to my ears.
"Now help me choose, which one do you fancy more?"
I would have preferred not to be involved at all…
"Sister Naevia…" she purred, her voice sent a ripple of shivers along my spine.
"T-this one," I stammered, my finger pointing to the brown toy horse adorned with a charming blue cravat about its neck.
"I was of the same mind," she said with a smile that held a warmth most disarming. "Let us go."
I followed her with hesitant steps as we departed the shop together.
She insisted that I walk beside her as we strolled down the bustling street. Perhaps she saw my curious glances at the toy horse, for she offered me a fond smile. "It is for my soon-to-be-born brother or sister," she said softly.
My eyes widened with wonder at this revelation. "The queen is with child?" I asked, the gentle joy in my voice nearly overcoming my apprehension.
"Indeed. The news is still very new. You are the first outsider to hear of it. Does this not bring you happiness?"
A genuine warmth spread through my chest, overshadowing the trembling of my nerves. "This is a blessing indeed. At last, there shall be another royal soul to bring light to the kingdom."
"Being the only child can be dreadfully monotonous."
"I understand it well. I, too, am an only child," I said softly.
"Father Sorin told me you are the daughter of Viscount Ashcroft."
"That is correct, Your Highness," I replied with a bright smile. "My parents have ever cherished me."
She chuckled, and to my surprise, my heart gave a most unfamiliar skip.
"It is commonly known that the Ashcroft family has but one daughter, and yet none have seen her since her tenth year. Some say she was hidden away for being too precious, others claim she perished, and still others insist she fled with some mysterious man. Imagine my astonishment when I inquired of Father Sorin and heard your name."
I lowered my gaze, smiling with soft embarrassment. "I do apologize for the confusion. The truth is rather simple. I chose to devote myself to Ombrithar when I was ten, and I asked to reside in the Temple of Lunovara. It is the grandest of all Her sanctuaries, and I wished to dwell as near to Her as this world allows."
"That is a bold decision for one so young. I admire such conviction," she said.
A blush rose swiftly to my cheeks. "Th-thank you, Your Highness," I murmured.
She paused by a stall adorned with fresh blooms. "Do you believe you shall ever return to the Baymoon duchy?"
I smiled, the answer firm within my heart. "I shall remain at the Temple of Lunovara all my life, if Ombrithar so wills it."
"What is your favorite color?" she asked as her eyes roamed the collection of roses before us.
"White," I replied, then, with sudden wonder, I ventured timidly, "Might I ask what color Your Highness favors?"
"Gold," she answered simply, selecting a single white rose. She placed it delicately into my hands. "I was told your birthday passed recently. A most happy birthday to you, Sister Naevia."
I blushed at once, the warmth blooming across my cheeks as I received the flower. One of her guards stepped forward to pay the vendor.
"You are most kind… though truly, there was no need."
We continued our walk, and to my amazement, conversation came so easily with her. Princess Yseldra possessed a playfulness that drew one nearer without quite knowing why. There was something in her low and refined womanly voice that lingered sweetly in the ear.
She walked with confidence in her heels, yet I mused to myself that were she to remove them, she might only stand a little taller than I, not nearly so lofty as she now seemed.
"Oh yes, Your Highness," I said suddenly, the memory striking me. "The royal family visited last time, did they not? What was the occasion?"
"You missed it?" she replied with a lift of her brow. "How ever did that happen?"
I felt the warmth return to my cheeks. She was teasing me.
"There are hundreds of Ombrithar's servants in the temple," she said with an amused laugh as we stepped into an opulent tea house. "And yet not one thought to mention it?"
"Welcome, Your Highness," the doorman said, bowing with deep respect. "Your usual room awaits."
"There is no need to escort us," she answered simply and proceeded toward the stairs. I followed.
"I… I was in my chamber," I admitted quietly. "Praying for forgiveness."
She cast a glance over her shoulder. "Oh? That intense, was it?" Her eyes sparkled as she leaned closer. "You do know," she whispered silkily, "the harder you try to forget something, the deeper it sinks in."
"Y-Your Highness…" I gasped, my face aflame.
She chuckled and opened the door to a private room that resembled a noble's drawing room.
"My father is to take a second wife," she said as she settled upon a grand velvet sofa, beckoning me to join her.
I obeyed, taking my place beside her. The unexpected news made me forget all that had come before. "But… but the Queen is with child."
She offered only a shrug. "Royal and noble affairs. You must not trouble your heart over it."
"But I do," I murmured, gaze falling. "Your mother has ever seemed a kind and gracious lady. It wounds me to hear this."
"I think it is the poor girl fated to wed an ageing king who deserves your pity."
With that, she reached for a scroll resting upon the low table before us, its edges worn with age. "I hear you are fond of sacred writings," she said as she offered it to me.
"Yes!" I exclaimed, all sorrow momentarily forgotten. My fingers accepted the scroll and unrolled it with careful delight.
But then, in one dreadful instant, I froze. My eyes met the heading at the top, scrawled in faded ink.
The Profaned Doctrine of Getting One's Cunt Thoroughly Ruined by Sacred Cock.
I let out a high yelp and dropped the scroll as though it had turned to flame. In panic, I sank to my knees before her, hands pressed tightly together.
"Your Highness, I beg of you, I swear upon Ombrithar's name, I shall speak nothing of what I have seen. Please, I do not wish to perish at the gallows."
She laughed and leaned forward to grasp my hands. With strength that startled me, she yanked me back to the seat, and in a single motion, I found myself lying flat upon the couch.
Her legs nestled beside mine, but her upper body pressed over me, her hands braced on either side of my face.
"I swear it was an accident," I whispered. "I did not mean to see anything indecent. I do not wish to die yet. I love Ombrithar, but not so soon…"
Still smiling, she gazed down at me. "I shall confess something," she said. "I have fallen madly in love with you."
My heart nearly stopped. "P-pardon…?"
"I am confessing," she said plainly, "that from the first moment I saw you, I have not been able to rid my mind of you."