From: Trane@TeamHbbs.com
Subject: Solstice Castle 14/14
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SOLSTICE CASTLE, PART 14
The King's announcement had a varied effect upon those of us
in the room. Novan looked shocked. Most of the others looked
startled at the thought that a cardinal should have fathered a
child by a princess, but did not seem nearly as stunned as Abret
himself. After all, this event had occurred some eighteen years
before. I of course had heard of Andis from the brothers in the
monastery in which I lived; a man annointed as the cardinal at a
young age would by any standards be a legend among the clergy. As
I recall being told, he had opted to renounce the mantle of
leader of the faith many years before, though none would admit
even knowing why he would have taken such a step. As the brothers
related, Andis had served as a simple country friar for several
years in the wilds of the uncivilized forests, where he
ultimately had succumbed to one of the illnesses prevalent in the
forested regions. His body now lay in the cemetery of the
monastery.
The ghostly tableau re-formed itself above the dungeon table
on which the multi-colored jewels rested. Now, we watched a
sunrise at sea, with two ships in view, the smaller of which
appeared to be overtaking the larger. The scene shifted to what
seemed to be the smaller and older of the two vessels. Three men
were standing in a cabin, the dried, graying wood suggesting that
the ship had been long used and little maintained. A husky,
young man with a dark beard sat while two slender men stood at
attention before him. The sitting man turned his head, and we
could see it was a younger version of King Abret himself. All in
the room watching the figures floating above the table, save the
King and Novan, gasped in surprise.
In the tableau, Abret looked up with a pained, weak look on
his face. "Now, you two make sure that her boat is diverted by
your men to Badger's Isle and left there for at least two weeks.
By the time she can return, the cardinals will have selected me
for the throne, and they would not dare rescind the selection and
coronation, as times are unsettled enough as they are. And, do
not harm her - or anyone else at least so far as you can help it
- as Disproul is, after all, a princess."
The standing men nodded. One stepped forward into the light
of Abret's cabin's lantern, revealing himself to be a gaunt,
beetle-browed native of Drofnats. "As you wish, Prince Abret ...
or should I say to get into the practice, Your Majesty. All the
same, you should remain below, for it would not do to have your
cousin recognize you. This should appear to be mere piracy, and
nothing more."
The scene in the tableau faded, as Thaddeo Novan again swept
his hand through the figures. I glanced over at the King, who was
nodding absently, as though confirming for himself the events
that transpired. Queen Serjeen appeared beside herself with rage;
Phrenshaw and Paleem looked merely stunned.
Novan smiled ruefully, as though witnessing the putting down
of an injured horse. "So you see, my visitors, there was a little
scheme - some high stakes castle politics - that assured Abret
the kingdom and allows you to live as the royalty you are.
Unfortunately, Princess Disproul's ship somehow was lost on the
way to the island where it was to be delayed, and she never did
appear to congratulate her cousin at his coronation. I trust you
all realize the importance to you of keeping his participation in
such a plan a secret, as the cardinals and the populace might not
view the current royal family with such affection if they became
aware of such manipulation of the throne."
Serjeen's anger and disgust was tangible. "Novan," she
barked, "I would see more of this event. Please do whatever you
must to place these ships and that day back before our eyes."
Novan simply shrugged helplessly. "Your Highness, I am afraid
that I cannot. I am no wizard. It is only by luck and numerous
unsuccessful trials that I have, with the aid of some ancient
texts, been able to bring before you these few events. I cannot
control the jewels so as to continue the story." The Queen
looked skeptical, but obviously could think of no way to catch
the dark-eyed man in his untruth.
I blurted, "Perhaps someone else can do so." All eyes turned
to me, and I flushed at the intensity of the emotions stirring in
the room, now directed at me. I turned to Lindea, who remained
standing beside the table, her dressed still shredded so as to
expose much of her smooth, tawny skin, including the hint of the
areole of her generous, firm left breast. Her hands were still
shackled, joinded by a thick, rust encrusted chain. "Lindea - if
you indeed are the rightful monarch of the gypsies, you should by
the powers you inherited have control over the jewels.
Concentrate on the scene that we just witnessed and see if you
can continue its recital."
Lindea stared at me as though I had just requested that she
grow wings and fly from the castle, but stepped up to the table
slowly. Novan snorted in disgust and looked around to see if
others shared his belief that this effort was doomed to futility,
but all eyes were locked on the dusky beauty, mesmerized by her
proud carriage and her determined and fiery dark eyes.
Lindea closed her eyes and furrowed her brow in
concentration. After a few seconds, she released her breath in
frustration and looked at me with pleading eyes. "Master Jaze, I
sense much of the power of the jewels, but without practice or
guidance, I do not see how I can direct my thoughts to create a
picture of what you seek to see."
Novan threw his hands up. "You see, she has no powers. I
think we are just not going to be able to see..." The King broke
in, "Yes, I think Thaddeo has a point, as it seems that the maid
just can't..."
Serjeena waved him to silence and peered into his guilt-
riddled eyes. "Abret, my husband" -- the last word almost spat in
mocking disdain - "if you wish to continue as an ally of my
father and his subjects, you will not interfere." The Queen
nodded for me to continue.
I bent and stared into the eyes of the lovely gypsy. "Lindea,
you can bring it to us if you concentrate on those events, on
that day and hour. Remember the two boats, and the woman we know
to be on the larger of the two. Feel the cool morning sea air
tugging at the cloaks of the crewmen." Lindea closed her eyes,
and soon smiled in satisfaction. A flicker of blue ocean and
white sails appeared above the jewels.
Phrenshaw cried out, "Yes, I think you've just about managed
it."
I continued describing the scene - its sights and likely
smells. Seized with a sudden inspiration, I began wordlessly
singing - little more than humming - the tale as though playing
my flute. I sang of creaking masts' timbers and crashing waves,
of the sailors' chanties, of the hopes of returning to ones'
homeland, and of the joyous faces of children upon finally
meeting their father.
Suddenly, the tableau sharpened, and we were given a view of
an interior ship's cabin, obviously from the larger and newer of
the two boats. In a well-furnished cabin, the still-beautiful
Disproul, clad in a heavy gown to ward off the sea's chill, sat
up in the cramped berth and swung her legs over the edge. She
glanced back at two small forms nestled under the thick quilt,
and then lightly leaped from the bed. Cries erupted, apparently
from the deck above her head. This scene too faded.
I looked over at Lindea, whose sweat-dotted forehead grimaced
in anguish. Her eyes flickered open and looked at me
beseechingly. "Oh, Master Jaze, I do not know if I can continue,
as I feel terrible things about to occur." Queen Serjeen gently
grasped the girl's arm; "My dear, it is important that you
continue; please try." Lindea swallowed, and nodded.
I continued my song, of the smaller boat coming alongside as
the sun rose to wash over the water-slickened deck. The tableau
re-appeared, as tall and heavily-armed Drofnats soldiers quickly
swarmed over the rails of the ship bearing Disproul. The sailors
in the large wooden ship, either sleeping or engaged in the
necessary affairs of sailing, were largely unarmed and quickly
overwhelmed. Two who fought were impaled on the Drofnats' swords,
their corpses flung over the side. The remainder were herded over
one side of the ship and forced at knife point into a landing
skiff, which the boarders winched over the side and set adrift.
In the corner of the tableau, I noticed a light-brown head
emerge from the stairs that rose from below deck. Disproul
stepped part way into the morning sun, and then gasped, her hand
flying to her mouth. Two invaders grabbed her by the arms and
yanked her from the stairs and dragged her over before the man
who had spoken with Abret earlier in the latter's cabin on the
other ship. The man's moustache twitched in delight while he
feigned ignorance of her identity.
"Ahhh, we have a real lady aboard. Perhaps she has some riches
- a family treasury - to make our raid most profitable." Disproul
eyed him warily but said nothing. "Or perhaps, the greatest
treasures of all are carried with her at all times..." He ran his
rough-hands over her shoulders and down her chest, stopping to
rest them on her taut breasts. Her hand quickly lashed out and
stung his cheek. His hands dropped away as if burned. Catching
himself, and embarrassed that the one blow from a woman could
intimidate him, the leader's snarl deepened. "You may well pay
for that, you snotty bitch."
Just then, Disproul's eyes widened as her gaze locked onto a
sight on the far ship. Following her eyes, I couls see a dark
head peeking from behind one the the rotting masts of the
Drofnats' ship. The leering leader caught her gaze and the
soundless enunciation, "Abre..." with her startled lips. The man
suddenly leapt behind her and pulled both arms behind her back,
pinning her wrists together in his large left hand. He then
looked over her shoulder at the young Abret, face flushed with
embarassment.
Her attacker's free hand rose from his waist. The morning
sun's glint revealed a long curved knife poised over the woman's
head. The attacker was not looking at Disproul, however, but
rather at Abret; his face derided Abret for his stupidity, and
the menacing knife informed the Prince that his throne now lay at
risk if the woman lived to tell of his intra-family treachery.
Young Abret's mouth opened to begin a horrified protest, but no
words came out. He tried again, but failed to speak. Finally,
with eyes pleading at Disproul's for forgiveness, the young
sovereign sadly turned away in acquiescence, and before the
princess could react, the knife swung down in a flashing arc.
Blood gouted from the neck of the now dead woman.
From the stairway through which Disproul had stepped just
moments before rose a child's terrified scream. A small girl of
perhaps three years, with dark curls, rushed forward at the
assailant. The man intercepted the child and roughly grasped her
by the armpits, raising her to his face. Just then she was
followed from belowdecks by a young boy of the same age, though
slightly taller and with somewhat lighter-colored hair, who
apparently was alerted by the girl's screams. As the lad raised
his head and all were given a clear view of the boy, I started,
for his features were somehow hauntingly familiar to me. Behind
me, I heard a female voice, likely that of Serjeena, mutter "Oh,
my god," as though she did recognize it. Two of the boarding
attackers quickly intercepted the boy and literally threw him
back down the staircase.
Disproul's slayer shook the small bundle of dark curls now
clutched in his hands. The girl continued to shriek and try to
twist away. As she did, her face turned toward me, and I heard
myself gasp. I did recognize this face. It could be none other
than that of of a young Rebca, the maidservant to Princess
Paleem!
In the tableau, the murderer slapped the young girl into
sobbing quiescence with a quick smack, as though wreaking
vengeance for the slap received moments before from the woman he
had killed. "Listen, you little bitch. You will shut up now, and
if I or anyone else hears another sound out of you at any time
for the rest of your life I will find you and slit your throat
just like I did your mother's!" The girl's sob broke off
suddenly. She remained hanging in his arms, her mouth and eyes
wide open with a soundless wail of agony and fear. The man
literally threw the child, young Rebca, at the nearest one of his
attacking legions, who barely caught the girl before she would
have struck a railing and tumbled overboard.
At that moment, a cry came from halfway up the rigging.
"Milord, there is an approaching ship, and its sails appear to
bear the crest of the Cardinal!"
The leader of the invading Drofnats muttered a curse.
Swiveling his head as though to regain his bearings, he barked
out commands for the boarding party to gather together on the
deck. "We have only a moment to get our ship out of here before
this new ship spots us. Leave those two children down below; they
can't identify anything and will slow down this new ship if it
decides to stop us. And for heaven's sake don't tell our client
on the ship that we found children here; he's weak-livered enough
as it is."
"Jaze, look out!" An unfamiliar female voice pierced the
dungeon and the tableau winked out. By instinct I whirled just in
time to see the blade of a heavy axe hefted by Novan arcing
toward my head. I dropped to a squat and the sharp iron weapon
whistled over my head, missing it by inches, and nearly struck
Paleem. The blade's heavy weight threw Novan's center of gravity
off to the side. Placing my hand on the floor for a base, I swung
a kick around onto the side of the man's knee. With a scream, he
fell heavily. Before he could rise, I scrambled to my feet and
kicked him in the face, my instep planting itself neatly at the
point of his jaw. Novan crumpled to the floor on his back.
Two of the Drofnats guards rushed over and grabbed me from
behind, while a third pulled his sword and rested the tip against
my throat. I could see his bicep clench in prelude to a backpull
needed to drive the sharpened point through my Adam's apple.
"Enough!" The King's voice bellowed. The guard hesitated, as
though measuring his chances of getting away with the completion
of his stroke and insisting that the King's command came too
late. Finally, he dropped the sword, and the two other guards
released my arms. The King strode over to me, and as though
addressing the walls themselves, intoned, "There will be no more
killing for my throne, miserable seat that it is."
I stared at the King, all the while resisting the racing of
my mind. If Rebca was the daughter of the King's cousin who was
murdered but who could have been the Queen....
Abret walked heavily over to Queen Serjeena, whose eyes were
brimming with tears of sadness and revulsion. After an emotional
inner struggle, he managed to look into her face. "My wife, my
queen; I know that ours was a marriage arranged of politics and
the joining of territories. Still, I have given you children and
the throne that my father promised you would be ours to hold
jointly. Now you know the terrible secret that has haunted me for
so long. And now, I know that there are others who live who are
more entitled, and more worthy, to wield the sceptre of our
kingdom than I. Even if those who viewed this recounting today
were held to silence, the joining of the jewels has brought the
powers of the mages back to the land, and somehow the word would
leak out, like water from an uncaulked bucket. Were I to maintain
the throne over the righteous abhorrence of the people, the name
Abret and all associated with it would be rendered to a curse, an
insult, for any who would carry them."
Tears now welled up in the husky monarch's eyes. He looked
down at the floor, and then strode toward the door slowly. The
guards fell in beside him. Abret stopped, and turned toward us.
"I will be abdicating the throne. I have long contemplated that
the sole salve for my tormented soul is a pilgrimage to the
ancient holy lands of Berkeer. Perhaps in five or ten years, I
can return and serve - as a servant - the new monarch. I can only
hope that those who rightly inherit the throne that I usurped
will treat my wife and children kindly." He nodded to the guards,
who preceded him through the heavy door.
All in the room were stunned and silent, as if frozen in a
winter's icebank. Paleem and Lorena stared at Rebca, who clutched
her throat. At that instant, I realized that the warning to me
of Novan's attack could only have come from Rebca. The ebony-
tressed beauty was stunned from her muteness by reliving the very
attack which had cost her both her voice and her mother. Lindea
stared at Serjeen compassionately, realizing what the loss of her
husband and his throne would mean to the woman. Serjeen, oddly,
gaped at me. Only Phrenshraw acted, ordering the remaining guards
to uncuff Lindea and arrest the groggy, stunned Novan; the guards
shuffled uneasily, but finally complied.
Rebca stumbled over to me and grasped my hand. Her newly-
found, soft sweet voice murmured, "Oh my, oh my, oh my....."
Serjeen came over and awkwardly embraced the two of us,
exclaiming, "What an amazing adventure you've had, and will
have."
I looked at her, my amazement surely written all over my
face. "Your Highness, I'm afraid you have lost me somewhere in
here. Adventure?" Serjeen's dark, piercing eyes explored mine,
framed as they were in her high, chiseled cheekbones.
She laughed. "You don't understand, do you?" My expression
didn't change. "I guess monasteries don't carry very many
looking glasses, and we would not recognize ourselves even as we
are now from any vantage point other than that from looking
straight into a glass."
Serjeen cupped my cheek thoughtfully. "Jaze, that young boy
on the boat, the one who rushed to rescue his sister? That boy
was you. Why do you think Novan attacked you. Rebca and you were
the twins that Disproul bore from the cardinal. Had she been
named Queen, you would have been Prince and Princess. What I'm
saying is that you and Rebca are the rightful heirs to the
throne."
My throat caught, and my heart pounded unmercifully. Only a
miracle kept me on my feet as I stared into Serjeena's face,
which exposed not a hint of doubt as to her conclusion. I glanced
at the faces of the others, who all nodded in silent agreement;
they too had seen an unmistakeable resemblance between that boy
and me.
Phenshraw stepped forward and clasped my shoulders. "Think
about it, boy, er, milord, uh... oh, the hell with it! That you,
a mere foundling, should be borne with such physical gifts that
one would associate with those whose forebearers had used them to
take a throne and carve out an empire: such gifts as athletics,
and music and ... I suppose there are others."
He looked around the room, and Lindea nodded, then halted,
horrified at her implicit confession. "No, my Prince, it is not
that - well, not just that - but I have sensed from him a regal
lineage before."
The Prince smiled charitably, and continued. "Recall how the
powers of the jewels - at least the clarity of the tableau -
increased as you came close to them. And the sound came forth
when Rebca joined the group." I thought back, and nodded. "That
effect - caused it is said when royalty participate in the
jewels' use - was not nearly so strong when my parents or Paleem
and I were near. So, it would appear to be clear. The cardinal's
vessel - apparently sent out to escort his secret lover - found
the abandoned ship and returned with the two foundlings. The
cardinal, sensing that the children were his own, could not of
course reveal their identities as their very lives would be
forfeit, and had them placed in the two settings that he felt
were safe for them - a monastery and the castle of the King
himself. In his shame for his failure to maintain his own vows,
the cardinal went on his own pilgrimage, which eventually cost
him his life."
The crone, who had remained silently sitting by the side of
the brick-walled room, suddenly stirred and and struggled to
her feet, joining us at the table. Her piercing gaze probed at
me, and then Rebca. "Yes," she croaked, "these are the children
from the boat. The boy, the elder, and then his sister, born
minutes later." Lindea, standing with her still-cuffed hands
stretched over the glowing jewels as though warming them before a
fire's embers, nodded in confirmation.
I turned toward Rebca, my vision blurring with tears. At
last, I had a family! We hugged, squeezing each other tight, then
simultaneously stiffened, recalling at the same time our amorous
trysts two nights previously. I had both fucked and been sucked
by my sister! After the initial shock, Rebca started laughing at
our embarassment - needless in view of our ignorance of our
kinship at the time of our lustful joining. Paleem and Serjeena,
who both had been witness to our lovemaking, joined in. A moment
later, Lorena's eyes widened with realization, and she too
doubled over with laughter. Phrenshraw and Lindea stared at each
other in puzzlement.
The prince shook his head and spoke. "I know not of this jest
that mysteriously has overcome you all, but we have more pressing
matters to attend to." Turning to me, he somberly added. "Jaze,
my cousin, it now appears that you are the rightful and, it would
seem in view of your steadfast and intelligent pursuit of the
villainous Novan, most worthy heir to the throne upon my father's
abdication. I stand ready to serve you, Your Highness." With
that, Phrenshraw knelt and bowed his head. He motioned to the
others to do the same.
My face flushed with realization. The kingdom! It was mine! I
was to be the King, and all would serve ME! I envisioned that
festivals aplenty could be held at my command, with armies of
young maidens, ripe breasted and wet with lust for their monarch,
bidden to service me at my every whim.
The image flew through my mind in an instant. I would sit in
the tent and watch as sultry maidens on the stage would dance
before the assembled royals, but the fairest of the lot would
come into my tent only. Jenfeer, the leggy stunner with the
blonde braid that extended to the middle of her luscious
buttocks, would arrive, and I would ingest through her kiss the
sacred aphrodisiac herbs of the priests - as much as I liked! I
could almost taste the sweetness of her tongue dueling with my
own. At the same time, the young blonde triplets who had serviced
Abret would flit around me, disrobing me with tiny, skillful
hands, their thin-lipped mouths caressing and sucking at each
inch of flesh they expose. My organ began to stiffen as I
envisioned three sets of lips wetly touching my hips; as their
small hands tugged my embroidered silken breeches over my thighs
and down my legs, two sets of lips would clamp onto each side of
the shaft and two tiny tongues would lap lightly along the base
and over my balls. A third lovely faced frames with the cornsilk
hair shared by the sisters would look up at me from the front,
and the girl's sky blue eyes would gaze into mine as her tiny
mouth lightly sucked at my tip.
After enjoying their ministrations, I would receive the
honey-haired Auria, and perhaps start by slaking my lust by
prodding at the entrance of her moist tunnel while clutching her
magnificently shaped ass. As she had earlier that day, the
slender vixen would face away from me and drop into my lap and be
impaled upon my stiff shaft. While she rode up and down on my
cunt-filling cock, my hands would reach around her slim torso and
toy with the perky nipples on her full, rounded breasts. While
she rode above me, her dark-haired fellow concubine, the stunning
Onassa, would kneel between our thighs and lap at the joining of
our sexes, rolling her tongue around Auria's swollen clit and
then descending to wash my rod as it emerged from Auria's moist
tunnel, and even lave at my balls. Finally, I would be drawn to
my release by Auria's clever and skillful pussy muscles caressing
me as though they were fingers encased in a silk glove. As my
seed spurted from Auria's overfilled love tunnel, Onassa would
gratefully suck it in through pursed lips.
After a glass of chilled wine, Charel and her cousin Licia
would revive my spent cock with their willing young mouths, and
then my eyes would survey the grounds for the next morsel of
young flesh who had been recruited for the corps of concubines
and maidservants. Any woman would be more than grateful to
receive the lustful attentions of her King. What a life it would
be!
I looked around and saw that indeed all in the room, even the
crone, had knelt before me, eyes locked to the floor - all except
for Rebca, whose ebony eyes searched my own uncertainly. Our
thoughts, even our very moral values, danced in the shared vision
that passed between us. Our hopes, and our duties, were aligned.
At that moment, I knew in my heart for the first time that Rebca
was indeed my sister, my twin. I smiled at her, and lowered my
eyes.
"Please," I called out, "please rise." Everyone did. "The
honor you accord tugs at the depths of all men's desires, and to
be sure if makes for a terrific fantasy, but it is not my destiny
to be King. Whatever may have occurred to my mother" - I nearly
choked on the word, having learned of her and then watched her
die only moments apart - "Abret has been the King for the past
fifteen years and you have been raised as the King's Queen" - I
nodded at Serjeena - "and the heirs to his throne. I have been
trained to serve meals to the brothers at the monastery here in
Speysard. I have no more business being King than I do being a
bird or a fish. And, with Abret's abdication, the explanations
that would be required for others to accept my presence on the
throne would likely rend the kingdom apart."
Rebca was now beaming, and clutched my arm in affection. I
turned toward the Prince. "Clearly, the throne should be that of
Phrenshaw. On every occasion when he could have been low, or
mean, or unmindful of those of lesser station, or taken advantage
of his position of authority over others, he has instead shown
kindness and insisted that rewards go only to the worthy. I
gladly express my fealty to him, and to his family." Looking at
Rebca, I added, "...and Rebca and I ask only for the opportunity
to continue this service." She nodded her agreement.
Phrenshaw looked almost sheepish in his admiration for my
act, and in his gratitude. Serjeen exchanged glances with her
children, and she turned back to me. "In giving up your throne,
Lord Jaze - and henceforth you will be a Lord, my son will see to
that - you only confirm your royal lineage." She arched her neck
and kissed me lightly on the cheek, pausing to whisper into my
ear, "And have made my blood boil so that I insist that I be
permitted to deliver by this evening's end that reward I promised
you for your assistance." She smiled meaningfully as she stepped
away.
Phrenshaw hugged me now and playfully punched at my
shoulder. "Indeed, it will be Earl Jaze and Lady Rebca, and you
both will be asked to serve in the Castle. Milord, the skills and
ingenuity you have shown over the past few days have convinced me
that you shall be my most trusted minister. The joining of the
lineages of the royalty and the priesthood has without question
created a young man of wisdom and ... well, I'm not sure if
holiness is the right word for one so randy; well, in any case, I
might not ever permit you to return to the lands I will bestow
upon you, so reliant will I be upon your counsel."
He then turned to the luscious, dark Lindea. He slowly knelt
before her. Looking into her eyes, he uttered, "Milady Lindea, I
have been in your thrall for so long, and pray that you did not
think my attentions were simply the dalliances of a prince for a
lass who served him. You are in all ways truly of royalty
yourself. I ask that you take my hand in marriage, not only to
help me rule this Kingdom as my Queen, but to join our peoples
and end the second-class status so wrongly imposed upon the
gypsies."
Lindea smiled, but certainly did not swoon the way one might
have expected from one who heretofore had been a laundress. "But
my Prince. Are you ready for marriage? To forsake all others but
me?" Phrenshaw's smiled froze, but he nodded. Lindea laughed.
"Oh, just as I thought. Well, as long as you're discreet with
your attentions and do not neglect me, I will not make this
marriage a prison." Phrenshaw's smile resumed at full power.
Lindea continued, "Besides, Lindea may have some discreet
indiscretions of her own in mind." Her eyes flicked to meet mine
momentarily, then returned to his, where they were greeted by his
laughing assent. I nearly fainted; in the course of seconds I had
been offered the favors of two different queens!
Serjeena interrupted the beaming couple. "This is fabulous!
Lindea, you have just the sort of qualities I like in a queen;
you don't take any bilgewater from your King. Come with me and
I'll explain how a new queen and a queen mother can keep the
Kingdom running smoothly. Besides, you need some more regal
clothes; your left tit is showing." The two slipped through the
door, with Phrenshaw's worried eyes following them.
The Prince turned back to us. "Lorena," he commanded. The
disheveled blonde bounced forward, her old flirtatiousness now
directed toward the soon-to-be King.
"Yes, Your Discreteness", she giggled, giving her full
breasts an extra wiggle. Rebca punched her lightly in the ribs,
hoarsely uttering in a stage whisper, "Lorena, it's not polite to
address the King with a commoner's cum still on your upper lip."
Lorena reddened and quickly rubbed at her lip while we laughed,
then bristled as she realized her face was spotless and that
Rebca was playing a joke on her.
"Lorena," Phrenshaw repeated, "you will please take care of
accomodations upstairs for my cousins Jaze and Rebca. I'm afraid
you may have to give up your own chamber for Rebca, as nice as it
is, but I'm sure that the concubines will be more than happy to
take you in for the nonce. And do see to this esteemed gypsy
woman; she too is an honored guest." Lorena gulped, but nodded,
slowly. Rebca strode out of the room with Lorena and the old
woman at her heels.
Phrenshaw turned to me. "It has been quite a day for us all,
and I imagine quite a week for you. I will go upstairs and lend
comfort to my father. For all that he may have done, he is my
father and a good man, and I will miss him while he is away. I
will see you both soon." He turned and left, and suddenly the
room, so crowded before, seemed very large with just Paleem and
me.
I found my breath hard to find as I turned to stare into the
lovely green eyes of the stunning princess. She smiled shyly. I
started to speak, stuttered, and then finally made my voice work.
"Your Highness, at last we meet. Somehow, I feel I've known you
for some time."
Her smile brightened. My heart thereupon lurched, and leapt,
and nearly left me. She extended her hand, which my own
trembling hand took softly. "Oh, Lord Jaze - or Second Cousin
Jaze - whichever seems more comfortable to you. I do seem to know
a great deal about you, and what skills you possess. As a
counselor to the new King, you would be willing - would you not -
to share of those skills with his spinster sister?"
The lightness of my head was nearly set aflame with the
fever that rushed through my body. I wanted to hold and squeeze
and become a part of this magnificent woman-child, to caress her
fiery locks and kiss her soft, ruby-like lips. I stuttered again,
and she giggled, and then I recovered. "Oh, my Princess, I gladly
would share with you whatever skills I have - and with none other
than you - forever and ever, till the cliffs of Solstice Castle
have washed into the sea."
Paleema raised her arms and put them around my neck. Her
middle finger rubbed lightly at the nape, sending the heated
chill of lightning from my head to my feet, with an extra stop or
two in my loins. She leaned up, placing her lips close to mine.
"Oh, I would not want to harbor for myself alone all of your
gifts. That would hardly be fair to you, or others." Her lips
pressed against mine, and I felt of a thousand rose petals, each
delicately placed, kissing my own two lips. My knees shook, and I
pressed her to me to keep my balance.
"Besides," she whispered into my mouth, "I not only want to
partake of these gifts. Remember - I like to watch...."
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