Oh how he remembered this. The way that his wife would wrap her legs around him, clinging to his form for dear life, as she moved against him in the rocking motion, that meant their bodies were joined to the full at every powered thrust. No other woman could keep up with his girth as she and she hadn’t lost any of her skill. But the surprise was when she actually bit and caused him to bleed. The feeling was shocking and incredibly arousing. This had the Demon Prince go all the more harder. The very bath was taking a pounding, as he exercised a great deal of his power to drive her right up to the side.
“I’m yours, your grace…all yours.”
~Hang on…did she say your grace?~ this entered his mind, as he tipped his head back and let out a loud roar of delight. It was coupled with slight confusion. She wasn’t remembering who she was yet. His initial plans to shock her into remembering weren’t working, but my god, was she turning him on like this. A devilish smile upon her full lips, and he was in love with her all over again.
“Oh yes…yes…YOU…ARE!” He roared loudly, as his body tensed, and then he gave her three last thrusts, that would cause her breasts to bounce up and down, water splashing all over the floor, as he thickened within her tight canal. He gripped her with his claws pressing into her flesh, the electric like charge that ran throughout his whole body, as he came forcibly within her. Chuckling darkly, he withdrew from her, and then winked, as he suddenly dived beneath the waters which frothed and bubbled at the heat of his skin. As she lay against the side of the tub, she would start to feel something slinking between her legs. Like a snakes tongue, it moved and then….it entered her sweet hole, as his claws teased and pulled at her luscious folds His horns were just out of the water, and if she so desired, she could use them to guide his head, to pleasure her to the end of the earth. His tongue fed in and out of her, growing thicker, as bubbles popped on the surface of the water. A sly hand groping her right breast. She would have a great deal of trouble controlling herself when he assaulted her so…especially underwater.
If she wasn’t going to remember him…she was never going to forget this.
As Selene drew blood from the demon, she felt him pound into her harder and it pulled a scream of ecstasy from her lips as she dragged her fingers down his back. She needed this, and she could feel herself working towards something that made her body writhe uncontrollably underneath him. Though she could not remember her husband, her body quickly fell back into the movements of fucking her mate just right. As her fingers raked down his back, she began to pant underneath him “Don’t stop, your grace…please! Don’t stop!” And he didn’t. Joffrey continued to pound her against the side of the tub and she had to clench the sides as water spilled out to keep in place. She did not fight him, did not try to escape as this large beast of a man continued to take her. Though he was making love to her as a demon, he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.
His claws soon dug into her and she whimpered as pain and pleasure began to tango within her womanhood. Biting her lip, she smiled devilishly and pressed her breasts against his chest. Turning her face into the crook of his neck, she began to nuzzle him as though thanking him for an amazing ride.
But Joffrey soon pulled from her and she pouted instantly as he withdrew from her core. Selene went to reach for him as if begging for more, but he winked at her and disappeared under the water. She stared at his horns in confusion until she felt his tongue enter where his large manhood just commanded. Gasping, she gripped the tub again as her head fell back. Inhuman moans began to pour from her lips as she squirmed under the pleasure of his tongue. Her moans grew louder and louder and as Joffrey fell into a rhythm, her hands moved from the side of the tub to grasp his horns. Taking control, she began to guide his tongue and lips against her core as her feet moved to pin him against her. She never wanted this to end and she felt herself almost reaching the top of her sexual peak.
His hand gripped her breast and she loved the way all of his grasps were possessive. Regardless of her title or where she came from, she belonged to this demon wholly. It didn’t take long under his assaults before climax came crashing down on her like a large tidal wave. She yelped out “Your grace!” and soon grew limp under him as divine exhaustion over took her body. Purring softly, she squirmed a bit lazily against the side of the tub and spoke so soft it was hardly above a whisper “Joffrey…”
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The delicious purr of Selene went unheard, as Joffrey still had his head underwater. He did pull away from her when he felt her body grow limp in the marble pool, and came to the surface only to see that she that she was clamoring to the side of the bath, now truly spent. That had been one hell of an awakening, and her body now so marked with his bite, as she had bitten him. The spontaneity of their actions, and falling into the same mad ritual of sex was a comfort in some ways, but still she didn’t remember who she was. Selene did say his name however, and this made him smile.
“My Sweet Angel.” He replied, rising up out of the bath and stepping over the side, getting water everywhere. The demon reached for a large towel and began to dry himself off, keeping his back to her, while she finished cleaning herself, or caught her breath, one or the two. As he rubbed himself over, he slowly started to morph back into that of his human like form. Perhaps it was the sex that did it, relaxing in himself, and this meant he could get dressed at least. His black wavy hair at limp on his shoulders, and he didn’t seem to care to brush it or not. Adorned in a long black coat and suit, he looked every bit the prince he was, and he then sat on the edge of the bed, watching Selene.
“We…really need to talk.”
Selene’s head fell back to rest on the side of the tub as her eyes closed in sexual bliss. She had been pleasured beyond belief and all she wanted to do was crawl into his arms and sleep. But when she opened her eyes, her dark prince was already getting out of the tub and toweling off. Watching him in silence, she began to wonder if maybe their coupling had been just that, sex. He certainly fucked her well and she felt as wild as a whore, but she had hoped to be something more than just a bed mate. Turning her head to look at him as he changed from his demon form into his human like form, she smiled tenderly. She honestly didn’t care how he felt towards her at the moment. Selene knew she would do whatever he asked of her, whether as his personal whore or mistress, and she would do so just to make him happy.
When her dark lover sat on the side of the tub, Selene finished washing up. That was the whole point of her bath to begin with, after all. As she finished up, Joffrey said that they had to talk. Sighing softly, she stood up from the tub and brushed rose petals off her body. She knew this time had to come eventually. The princess was supposed to be acting on behalf of her family, not bedding the prince of Brax that had just lost his wife. Was he going to tell her this couldn’t happen again? Did he just want to have sex with her as only a bed companion? Brushing those thoughts from her mind, she forced herself to remain positive. She knew then and there that she loved this man, and she wouldn’t allow dark fears to corrupt the beautiful moment they just shared.
Climbing out of the tub, she toweled off as rose petals still clung to her hair. She didn’t bother picking them out as they still gave her that alluring fragrance. Letting the towel fall to the ground, Selene grabbed a thin white robe that was sheer and really did nothing to hide her body. The fabric clung to her wet body and revealed her womanly assets, but at least the bed wouldn’t be too drenched. Walking over to the bed she had no idea they once shared, Selene stretched out and rested her head in her hand as her elbow propped up. Looking towards Joffrey with a loving smile, she spoke softly in her angelic voice “What is troubling you, your grace?”
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Joffrey had to admit he was dissapointed that his wife still didn’t remember who she was, even after the interlude in the bath. He had hoped that it would jog her memory, but all it did was turn her into his Mistress. He still had other worries as well. Such as his Father’s request that Tempest be married off to a royal from another kingdom Considering the magics that had caused her to grow up super fast, he really didn’t think she was going to be ready for marriage just yet.
Selene’s memory loss was now a real issue, and he knew he couldn’t just blurt out that she was his wife. Chances were she wouldn’t believe him anyways. Tapping his bottom lip, trying to think of how to handle this delicately, since he was back to his human like form, he took her hands and looked deep into her eyes.
“In my life, I have only ever loved one woman, my wife Selene. A true angel, a Casterly…very much like you. So like you its uncanny. Before I met her, I was a right bastard, and did all manners of things that you would probably find abhorrent. She changed me, and for want of a better word, for the better. We had a beautiful daughter, a wonderful marriage, but there was a dark side to her…one that even I didn’t understand. Maybe, I should have paid her more attention than I did, but as a Father, you find you have responsibilities to care for your children.”
Joffrey sighed and then drew her onto his lap, holding her to him.
“I wish you could see what I do. I love you…the same way as I do my wife. In fact I never stopped loving you, through everything.” He whispered.
Even though Minerva was not keen on being labelled a whore by the King, and this went against her original plans, the moment she saw the majesty of the King, and the way he looked down at her, something in her mind clicked. What if she could have the King find favour with her? Perhaps even have him make her his Mistress. The benefits could outweigh the bad.
On her knees, she kept her head bowed low, but she heard his heavy footfalls, and the sound of the fabric of his pants rustling as he went to extract his thick member and expose it to her lips.
” Now this is the way a proper whore should behave!” He exclaimed, and Minerva could hear the lust in his voice.
“My King is generous to offer his shaft to my eager lips.” Minerva replied, and wiggled on her knees, as she tipped her head just enough, that he could gaze down at her, and watch as she started to plant kisses on the head. She released a purr of delight, that sounded so erotic, as she started to lick up and down the length of his shaft. Her blonde tresses fell free from their bond, and tumbled down her shoulders, as she drew back and looked up at the King with a smile.
“I want more.” It was then she parted her lips, and slowly sucked him in, her tongue winding around and lapping his length, before she started to rock back and forth on her knees, taking him in again and again, making wild sounds that reverberated from her throat. She was able to tighten her jaw and then used the suction to draw him in deeper. Course her hands were behind her back, truly submissive, with her breasts bouncing as she took him with an eagerness he may not have seen in a whore before. Her mouth was truly magical. In more ways than one.
Brandon watched the wonderful Minervas eager submissive behavior. Her ministrations were complex and consuming. As she licked his shaft and worked her magic upon him he became more and more entranced and enthralled with her. Though a demon he had not seen one of her like in sometime. He thought to himself how much he had missed one who he had perfect control over and was eager for his exertions. When she exclaimed how she wanted more he thought to himself how he did as well.
Looking over quietly at the other whore Magda he dismissed her with a wave, “You may leave.”
As she took his cock fully in he gasped feeling her mouth work upon him. He gripped into the walls raking them deeply and feeling the onslaught of her suction he fought desperately against her onslaught. She wanted to taste him though this talented mistress he thought. She might make better than a whore he thought to himslef idly as he erupted his hot seed deep in her mouth, in a rush .
You never did tell me your name m’lady he said as he pulled her close against him, I might want to have it if I’m to keep you around for any length of time. I’t would not do to keep calling you whore. besides I think your much more talented than that. A follower of Lys for certain. He grinned in spite of himself
As the King clawed the walls and roared his release so it shook the very paintings on the walls, Minerva suckled him like a new born calf, load after load going down her throat. In fact the more he came, the harder she suckled. Only as he did the last few jerks, she licked him clean, her tongue dancing around his shaft, till he pulled her up to standing, her breasts still exposed to the air.
Roughly pulled against him, her nipples perked against his chest, and she had a purr to her voice as she licked the last drops from her lips.
“You never did tell me your name M’lady” The King said, and Minerva bowed her head, whispering softly. “Minerva, your Grace.” She knew by his tone, and the way he expressed his enjoyment of her sex act, that she was in a good position to get to know him a whole lot better. “I can be anything you want me to be, M’lord.” Acting still as a submissive, but happy to offer herself again if he so wished.
“And I have many talents to please you, M’lord.” She said, shyly looking up at him, before bowing her head again.
Brandon was far from tired. This creature had awakened a desire in him that he had not felt in sometime. She said she had many talents to please him? he thought to himself after this what else could she do. He had met another follower of Lys in his youth who owned a brothel in the Southerlands. She far exceeds any of the whores the North had to offer. Joffrey he did not think knew of this womens talents. Else she would never have been sent to him. He would have kept her for himself. He gripped her by the waist and brought her up against him. licking her lips slowly.
“Now let’s hear of these talent’s” he said in a firm and direct voice.
I would know what else someone with your skill of tongue could do he grinned devishly as he led her to the bed with a throbbing hard cock.
The King was pleased, very pleased, and his tongue licking her lips was a very intimate way of showing this. Minerva closed her eyes, and felt the roughness pass over her plump lips, which were slightly bruised from taking him so forcibly. But now, he had a raging hard member, and was keen to see what else was on offer. What possible gift could she give that was a talent so unique, that any man would pay a King’s ransom to enjoy, night after night.
Carried to the bed, she did chuckle softly at his boldness. A man that knew what he wanted and so asked her.
“I would know what else someone with your skill of tongue could do.” He said with a devilish gleam in his eyes. Sitting on the bed, she started to bend her body in ways, that could only be done by a contortionist. So flexible, the sexual positions he could enjoy with such a creature, would be nearly endless. But that was not all.
“Tis not my tongue that is special, M’lord.” The minx like witch then whispered to him, as she took his hand and slipped it down beneath her folds. He would be able to feel her hymen, which was by miracle, still intact.
“Every time, you take me, it is like the first. I am an everlasting virgin. I tighten for you, every time you wish me.” So in fact, her skin regrew, thus her hymen was replaced. What more could a man desire, than a virgin to bed each night, who had the skill of a high class whore. “My King…will never be unsatisfied….ever.”
She looked up at him shyly waiting for his reaction.
The King was indeed pleased very pleased. He watched her contort in a variety of positions. Thinking to himself that this was indeed only skills possessed by those of the jugglers or acrobat trades. He tried to patient as e watched her writhe in a variety of positions and then she told him about her hymen and ran his fingers into her. He lost all patience and was in utter disbelief.
“If such is true I would have to make you my mistress.”
he gripped her body and body and ran his taloned finger across every inch of her as his pulsating member slowly entered her. feeling every movement he ground his hips into her over and over their bodies moving in tandem. groaning and moving within her he made her cum repeatedly on his cock for hours until the early hours of the morning.
even for a demon their exertions had left him tired. he felt her folds again her wetness was again tight and as she said her hymen was again restored.
“What a wonder you are. You shall have to be mine it seems.” he then presented her with a golden chain.
“this shall have to do for a collar, until i can have something gilded properly. What do you think of serving me Minerva?”
All through the night, the King tested Minerva, for he was incredulous to this talent that she had. Having seen the various different ways she could bend her body, he turned the bed into his own play ring. Enjoying the suppleness of her flesh, his talons tracing lines all over her skin, while he took her, as though for the first time ever. Tearing her hymen, and hearing her cry out in pain. The incredible tightness his girth would find at first deliciously uncomfortable, a pain that turned into absolute pleasure, as he bounced her body off his throbbing member. Her wild screams and cries filled the air, matched with the animal like grunts as he brought her to climax, only to ease her off, and watch in wonder as she healed herself over. He could then flip her over, like a doll, hard as ever, and start all over again. A virgin again, his eyes could roll back as the delights of this woman would have him find a rawness that the demon had never before had sated. He bent her body to him, so she doubled over and he could suck her breasts harshly, before pulling her off, and then take her again, with her wholeness intact.
Eventually, even he grew tired, and when finally he roared from satisfaction, he saw in her a woman that he wanted to keep. Taking out a gold chain, he tied it around her neck, pulling on it till the chain then fell between her breasts as she remained in the kneeling position. Head bowed in reverence of her King, Her Master. She smelt ripe of his sex, a delicous smell, and she was this creature that would serve only him.
” What do you think of serving me Minerva?”
“I shall live my life to please and serve only you, My Master and King.” she said softly, as the gold of the chain glinted in the light of the candles. She was now the private property of the King of Brax.
Magda was waiting anxiously for Brandon to appear when the king finally strode into the room. He had pinched her nipple and was expecting her to get on with it. Biting her lip, Magda allowed her dress to fall and she could feel the king’s touch on her naked skin and it made her want to vomit. Closing her eyes, she breathed slowly and was trying to count to ten when another whore came in.
Opening her eyes, Magda noticed she did not recognize the eager whore, but she didn’t care just so long as she was more distracting than Magda was. And indeed she proved to be so. Stepping back, she allowed Minerva to take over as the king explained this was how a whore was supposed to be. Magda nodded weakly and stared at the floor while they began their lustful ministrations.
She wasn’t waiting long before the king finally dismissed her. Magda pulled her gown back into place and dropped into a curtsy, saying nothing as she spun around and fled the room gratefully.
Selene and Joffrey’s Chambers
Selene bit her lip nervously when she watched Joffrey struggle for the right words. When he finally took her hands and spoke, she became…unsettled. Her eyebrows knit together as he drew her onto his lap, but she didn’t stop herself from leaning into the safety of his embrace. Closing her eyes, the princess whispered “I am…Selene…there is only one Selene Casterly…”Tears prickled at her eyes as it suddenly dawned on her. She was his wife, the mother of his children, and she could not even remember him still. Turning her face, she buried into his chest as fresh tears ran down her cheeks. How could she forget a man so amazing as him?
Her arms wrapped tightly around her demon prince and she just cried. She cried out of confusion, pain, and guilt for forgetting the man that seemed to complete a part of her soul that felt missing when she let the darkness take over. Selene still was unsure of what was going on, but she knew this: she loved this man and never wanted to be separated from him. Pulling back from him, she straddled his lap and took his face between her hands. Resting her forehead against his, she whispered “Please forgive me…” Her words trailed off as she remembered his words. They had a daughter. Tempest. That darling princess was her daughter. Exhaling slowly, she sank into the embrace of her husband and whispered yet again “Has this darkness ruined my chance at keeping my family, your grace?”
As the princess remained in the embrace of her husband, she felt an overwhelming wave of sadness crash over her. She had forgotten her husband, her daughter…her family. And despite how atrocious she had been, Joffrey was still here holding her tenderly and spoke words of utter love and devotion. Smiling weakly, she lifted her head to look at him “Please give me a chance to love you.”
“Please give me a chance to love you.”
~The power of love is a beautiful thing, it can make one man weep, make another man sing. A change in heart from his little angel girl, this was more than a feeling, it was the power of love.~ Joffrey had never stopped loving Selene, Nothing and no one could ever undo the years that they had together, the beautiful moments they shared, their daughter, who in essence was a byproduct of their love. She WAS that love embodied. How can that be wrong? Joffrey held onto Selene, who still was struggling to understand all this. She was his wife, She was Selene of Casterly. A mother, a lover, an angel, and a sex bomb.
“You don’t even have to ask, Love.” Joffrey said, brushing back the hair out of her eyes, and placing a kiss on her forehead, almost like she was a child, but then he moved his lips down her cheek to her lips. This was how the Prince was much of the time, behind the silly facade and the sarcastic wit. There lay a man who loved but one woman. Selene.
“Come on now, show me that beautiful smile. I command you, as your Husband and Princey Pooh.” He said, a wry smile on his face, trying to get her to laugh. “You and I have family that need us. So..dry those tears, and get dressed in something spiffy, and we go fix our family….I arranged a few…things to keep my father busy…for…a good while.” He said with a firm nod of his head.
He had no idea how well that went off.
As Joffrey touched her tenderly as though she were a fragile treasure to him, Selene smiled softly and looked up at him. It was an amazing contrast from the way he touched her moments ago, and she liked both ends of the scale. No matter how her dark prince touched her, it was just right. Nodding, she closed her eyes and felt his lips brush hers and her hands instinctively reached up to wrap behind his neck. She did not deepen the kiss but instead just relished in the gentle touch of his lips brushing against hers. When her eyes opened, she caressed his hair and offered a small smile “Whatever have I done to deserve you?”
When her husband began to joke with her, she couldn’t help but smile. He was quite ridiculous when he wanted to be and if anyone could bring a smile to her face, it was this man. Wrinkling her nose playfully, she swatted at him “Couldn’t I just sit here brooding more over my lost memories…I am so embarrassed I cannot even remember my own family. What must my sweet little princess think of me…” Sighing softly, she stood up from the bed and walked towards the armoire. There was no use sitting around moping over something she couldn’t exactly control. It was time to own up to her past mistakes and make right the wrongs she had done towards her family.
After getting dressed in a dark blue gown that did wonders for her curves and her eyes, she spun around and giggled “I’m just going to keep my hair down and wild…I want everyone to know the Prince of Brax has had his way with me.”Stepping towards Joffrey, she looped her arms through his as love shone out from her eyes for not only him, but for Tempest“Can we go see our daughter now? I may not remember her, but there is a pang in my chest that could only mean I crave the presence of my baby.” As she led him towards the door, she saw the baby lamb and blinked “Darling, did you bring me a present?” Smiling at the lamb, she blew him a kiss and left him behind to attend to the real child in her life. There would always be time to cuddle the farm animal when the day was over, anyways.
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“Couldn’t I just sit here brooding more over my lost memories…I am so embarrassed I cannot even remember my own family. What must my sweet little princess think of me…”
The Prince could definitely understand her frustrations, but the longer they sat in there, the less time they had to avoid the King. He had organised the whores who he hoped and prayed were keeping him busy, long enough to devise a plan to get Tempest off the arranged marriage hook.
“Don’t you think its best to face our fears, rathrer then let them fester and grow? Besides, your little Tempest is not so little anymore. She’s practically a woman. Kinda glad I did the talk about the milk honey bee before she got breasts.” An odd look came over his face as he said this. Still hard to believe she grew up so fast, but in a way, she would handle all the current dramas a lot better, than when she was seven. Course his mind was soon snapped back to reality when his Selene got dressed in a beautiful blue gown, and she made a rather bold declaration
“I’m just going to keep my hair down and wild…I want everyone to know the Prince of Brax has had his way with me.” This had the Prince roar with laughter. “They will have a new nick name for me. Prince Stud Muffin. Inspiring the new tousled bed hair look.” He struck a daring pose, and then got up and swept her into his arms. “Oh I have missed you.”
The Princess replied Can we go see our daughter now? I may not remember her, but there is a pang in my chest that could only mean I crave the presence of my baby.” The Prince was only too pleased to do this, as time was marching on, when the lamb made a baa sound, and got her attention. “Darling, did you bring me a present?” As the Prince ushered her out he chimed.“Well, I was dead set against the cow.”
The King awoke the next morning after his exertions to find his bedchambers deserted. He still had questions that needed answering however. He felt more alive than he had been in quite some time. He got himself bathed and dressed in short order. The former being more a matter of expedition. Using a steel bathtub that had been left on some heated coals in the adjacent alcove. He was glad to be clean and groomed as was his habit. He was however not in the habit of preening. He would not sit in the mirror for hours, it was not his want. Having cleaned himself up he wondered where Minerva had wandered off too. That elegant creature might have some of his answers. He thought to himself he should ask the questions first before he went looking for Joffrey. Looking towards one of the guards in the hallway, he asked him to find Minerva for him, and then asked another of his personal attendants to find a smith.“Tell him the king has a special project and he will be paid handsomely.”
he then sat back in his sitting room and waited for both the Smith and Minerva to arrive.
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After her many long hours of pleasing the King of Brax, Minerva went down to the washroom, to cleanse herself, and be presentable for when he summoned her again. Many of the other castle servants listened as she sang while washing her body down, then cleansing her long blonde hair before rinsing warm water down her svelte form. Dressing this time in a black and red velvet long gown, with a lace up bodice, she swept her hair up elegantly, and admired herself in the mirror. Minerva pinched her cheeks to create a pinkish blush, and then left the wash room to make her way back down to the King’s Chambers.
Head held high, Minerva strolled along the corridor, the sun’s rays flooding the walkway through many open air arches. To her surprise, a Guard approached her, speaking sternly.
“You are expected in the King’s chambers at once.”
Not to deny her King, she made a simply curtsy, and headed down the hallway towards the King’s Chambers.
Arriving outside, she gave a nod to one of the guards and they opened the door, announcing her arrival. The maiden entered, and saw the King in all his splendor. Acting in accordance with her place, she approached his chair, then kneeled down before him.
“How does the King wish to be served, for I am eager to please.”
King Brandon patiently awaited Minerva to arrive. Before she did the Smith arrived at the door, the guard having fetched him directly. The guards ushered him in and the smith took a stance with his eyes averted but at only one knee so as to show respect but not groveling as such was not the mark of a smith. They were workers not members of court.
The Smith: ” How May I Serve You My Lord?”
Brandon Looked at him for a moment and then told him of his wish for an extravagant collar made in the style of a chain which would allow him to find Minerva at need should she be in danger. ” I will give you this gem and purse, the gem will allow the collar to function. Its a rare bloodstone, The purse is for the work. It is a kings ransom as it were. I may have other tasks for you as we continue should you do this well.”
The Smith graciously bowed and accepted both of the gifts realizing the boon the king was giving him and the opportunity.
The Smith: ” I thank you my Lord. I will get to work on them immediately!”
Brandon turned and dismissed the smith as their conversation was at an end. As he left Minerva had arrived. The King was pleased to hear her voice in his chambers again. He turned as she entered smiling ear to ear to greet her that devilish grin of his already spreading as he saw his mistress.
” Minerva, I just had something special commisioned for you. I thought we might talk a bit about it and the state of things this evening, before we might exert ourselves. We have a lot to discuss I think. Why dont you tell me whats been happening with my son and the others in the castle while we eat and then we can have some fun?”
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Lead to the table by the King, Minerva showed a shy smile, admiring his devilishly handsome good looks. Every time she saw him, he had such a commanding presence, that it was truly awe inspiring. He carried himself, and acted like a true King. Obediently, she followed, and listened with intent, when he said;
” Minerva, I just had something special commisioned for you. I thought we might talk a bit about it and the state of things this evening, before we might exert ourselves Minerva bit her bottom lip on hearing he had commissioned something special just for her. “You honor me, My Lord and Master.” Eager to hear more, she quietened as the King continued. We have a lot to discuss I think. Why dont you tell me whats been happening with my son and the others in the castle while we eat and then we can have some fun?”
Taking the offered chalice of wine, she toasted the King, before daring to take a sip. “Oh, my King, much has happened whilst you have been away from the castle.” She said matter of factly. “Your Granddaughter Tempest, has grown up within days. From a seven year old, to that of a girl of fifteen. The reasons have all the kingdom questioning.” This was bound to be a surprise, but the information was about to take a more devious turn. “The wife of the Prince, had slept with a Warlock named Desmond, and they sired a Son. On his birth, the Prince sent her and the bastard packing. Back to the Casterly realm. For some reason, this boy also aged rapidly and is a young man, but he is not Brax, like Tempest. The latest is that the Princess has returned, but lost her memory. It’s a bit of a mess, My King.” Yes, it was a mess, but now that the King was back, he was certain to set things right.
MInerva ran her finger round the lip of her chalice and then said. “I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings, but that is all I know.” she said, before looking across the chalice at him. “Would you like me to serve you now?” She meant the food, and anything else he desired.