The young prince looked towards a medieval town with brick roof houses and two-story rows of houses; he was in a small wing of a magical castle blue gum drop roofs that sheened in the aberrant sun.
He seemed bored why wouldn't he be he was nineteen of age had an entire country at his hand but still had nothing to do, it was a perplexing conundrum.
Someone knocked at his door he didn't bother turning his slightly muscular back to the person. He simply opened his small soft lips a blend of pink and purple and allowed entry into the larger-than-life room.
The door creaked open a woman with illustrious azure hair that neatly and deliberately cascaded in soft curls to their apparent length of her upper back.
Her eyes were a bit careless at the opulent furniture in the larger-than-life room but a flicker of warmth at the cold figure at the end of it.
The closer she got the more that glint flared then as the distance shortened to arm's length the flame died almost instantaneously a near stoic look now plastered.
"My prince, it is time for training and you are late. Over thirty minutes late." She said suppressing a hint of hatred maybe that previous flame was due to hate not admiration.
The man gently turned around slowly and gracefully as if choregraphed by a ballerina instructor, before the turn was completed a small forward step was executed closing the distance between the 165 tall lady and 177cm male.
She found herself staring at his muscular neck her gaze gently shifting to his protruding chest wanting to make contact with her plentiful one.
"Viola my eyes are up here." The man or should I say boy cheekily remarked
The girl turned into a red tomato although it wasn't her fault she felt guilty for staring at a man's chiseled chest and neck. The blush was immediate and so was its residual effect.
Backing away almost instinctively she glared at his emerald green eyes as pure as jade losing the anger that arose from the embarrassment, she found herself staring.
He was also staring so they stood there gazing at each other's eyes, The prince's eyes went to her dress staring at it so intently you would think he could see through it.
"What are you doing Auther you depraved idiot!"
"What is it wrong for me to get payback for you staring at my chest."
He said shielding his large chest with his burly hands. Viola chuckled a bit before looking at him again gesturing at the open door.
He rolled his eyes and a while later he was clad in training attire Viola clad in the same but a female version. They were at opposite sides of a large arena Viola holding a rapier in her hand pointing it at the young lad.
Auther himself was quacking in his boots his sword and posture though as firm as a fig tree.
Nineteen years ago, he opened his eyes in a fantasy world the clothes rustic and the people ecstatic he couldn't really remember what they said or did but he cried.
He had a previous life he was a guy disappointed by the western dating market did all he could but still failed to get any special person. Maybe a big factor for that was his slight habit of self-pleasure he would do it whenever he found the strength to do so.
And so, one day in a record-breaking event he hosted in his small studio apartment in New York he died from over-masturbation and acute liver infection. The bacteria came from his hand through his raptured penis skin into his system.
If he hadn't been so preoccupied with porn then maybe he would have had that small rapture treated.
In that very painful death, he wondered if heaven or hell was real, he was scared for he knew he would go straight to hell. As Viola lunged at him at speed almost incomprehensible, he found himself rooted to the floor.
The earlier teasing must have made her mad the power gap too insane he was stabbed to the liver, Viola panicked removing the rapier from it's entry point blood gushed, he touched it smiled looking at her, sitting down on the arena floor.
Viola ran away frantically looking for help maybe running away stabbing royalty was execution level shit, he thought to himself that if he was in the same position he would run like hell.
Liver was a problem in the modern age but in these era only healing magic was available and it would take hours for a bishop level healer to arrive at the capital and by the time he would be dead from over bleeding.
He soon fell from tiredness and anemia looking at the glorious sun one last time before closing his eyes for good a virgin still a virgin even after seducing Viola for three years straight no success.
His consciousness faded once it came back, he was on a sofa a wispy version see through by all means standing in a sea of gold liquid molten gold maybe.
He oddly remembered this place he didn't exactly know it's significance he just remembered it that was good enough.
"You died twice from a girl you are trying to court savage it seems you aren't meant for romance, are you?" A hysterical voice sounded from somewhere he didn't know where exactly but definitely in the gold sea.
"Who are you?"
"The girl who sent you to that place the Goddess Hopelys Starborn."
"Yeah, and why are you here, where is here?"
"None of your business but you finally have the opportunity to get a second chance at the same life but you have to do something for me."
"What is it?"
"Defeat the demon king and his entire species."
"The one my mother failed so badly at with my weak self I can't."
"Well then your next life is an eternal blade of grass is the Kalahari how about it now?"
"That's blackmail but I have no choice, do I? Fine I'll take you up on your offer."
"Great remember to destroy the entire species do not let a single one live for the sake of all demons in all existence."
Before he could voice a complaint or question, he was back in his body before Viola lunged before he died. No matter how dazed he was he did his best and dodged to the left avoiding Viola's liver shot.
Dying a virgin for the second time he swore that would not be the case this time now slightly to the left he gently placed his sword on her neck the moment she slowed she couldn't dodge.
All this time with this 45-year lady taught him that she could not see attacks that had no killing intent her logical system would come to play her since she was used to the instinctual brain in fights the coordination in battle of the logical conscious was horrible.
That little fact let him win though he knew well only a touch would do.
She dropped her rapier in forced defeat turning towards him with a smile maybe for the cunningness potrayed it was a valuable skill in a fight.
"You are really beautiful when you smile did you know that Mrs.Laufont." He said pushing his sword a bit towards her neck.
The blush appearing on her face was wild and generally hard to hide, she looked down wondering what came over her, what did he mean by Mrs.Laufont wasn't that his surname. Did he imply what she thought?
Before she had time to cool down a sword raised her chin up adjusting her view to a smiling Auther. The sword fell but her gaze lingered despite the heavy metallic clank.
A step from Auther followed by a grab at her thin waist were things she could fight not against maybe due to that look in his eyes that screamed need for her body maybe it's the silent syllables spoken by his lips she could hear not but understood perfectly.
Aurther's voice on intention had been forged by a mixture of oppressive basic sounds and wispy alto combining them brought out this harmonious sound that usually got whoever listening into a spell they could out extradite themselves from.
Viola thought these seductive properties were nefarious that is why she tried hardest to avoid him but not she felt trapped like a dear in a meetup with a ferocious wolf.
Face to face with him now all she could do is pucker her lips waiting for that damning kiss to land, it did and it was strangely satisfying tasted like something sweet yet left a sour feeling she could only neutralize by its sweetness.
She soon found herself touching his muscular back which she had spent seven grueling years to building now she was touching as a trophy for being seduced.
Her hand moved his to her butt, she didn't know why but he had to be close to her inner woman. She didn't know how much time had passed but she was sure even if given eternity in this position it would still pale in comparison with what was needed to fully be satisfied.
The kiss ended and she bit her lips as if experiencing phantom limb syndrome.
"Why did you stop?"
"I have to go to read on political history see you tomorrow, Viola Minla."
He left without even calling her the name he did when teasing her, did he mean none of that was his goal to just use her emotions, she had no idea she only saw he fallen rapier and his flimsy sword just inches away but their distance ever increasing.
That night she could remove his pink lips from her mind nor his soft gaze she could only think of this lad many years younger than her all night long, her nipples turned hard her walls glistened at the very memory of that fateful kiss still she c could do nothing she had to wait till tomorrow.
This time she wore clothes that actually revealed her full arms delicate yet a bit scared, her dress hugged her a bit tighter than usual and her beast peeked a bit more than usual.
On the way to his room she found him slyly talking to another maid who was blushing like an idiot, her hips pushing up at him practically begging him to touch her.
Still he did nothing but talk touching er hair never her face nor body, her hips now touched him hands pushing him towards her forcing a kiss still he resisted and broke away from her and ran away seeing at the hall and taking her away the destination her room.
The maid chased and they ran Viola had no idea why but she just ran soon whether by coincidence or by design he led them to her room closed the door and jumped onto her bed.
"Just a little teasing and these women want to rape you." He said jerking up and looking at Viola who was still listening through the door.
Something about that maid's desperation made her approach him on the bed standing next to him twirling a bit with the excuse of looking through the windows.
"You don't have to pretend tell me the truth why did you wear these suspisciously tight clothes." He said hand on the rim of the no shorther dress.
"Can't I wear what I want?"
"You can just be carefull a man may pounce at you one day."
"Aren't you a man?" Viola replied blushing and voice shaky this was a challenge to her
"So you want me to pounce? Well then I'll oblidge." He said lifting the dress slightly hand grasping her thighs.