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“I think the princess of Tieradel would make a fine queen for our king,” one of the advisors says from behind a closed door, and the others mutter their agreement.
I hover at the door, my chest tight, unable to breathe.
I’m not ready for him to take a queen.
I’m not ready to watch him touch and love a woman.
I’m not ready to know that he will never look at me, a servant—a man.
The autumn festival is soon, and the night is always capped off with a masquerade ball. So I save and scrape together everything I can for a mask and a gown to hide both my identity and my body.
I don’t expect him to recognize me, even though I deliver his breakfast and afternoon tea most days. It’s the other servants I worry about.
Because tonight, I will try to woo the king on the one night when he can walk among commoners.
The only night I’ll ever be able to ask him to dance, to feel his hands on me. It’s all I can hope for, to know his touch before he is betrothed.
I don’t know if it will work, but I have to at least say I tried.
It’s not hard to spot him among the crowd. Others may be fooled by a mask and a cheap suit, but I know my king.
Alain has been the man I’ve loved for years.
If I couldn’t recognize his jawline or the way his lips move as he speaks, then no one could.
I take a deep breath and make my way toward where he sips his wine, trying not to stand out.
I clear my throat, and he looks up from his glass. The red seems to have gone to his cheeks, but that could just be the lighting.
“Hello,” he says in a voice that he’s forced to be a little deeper than his own.
“Excuse me,” I say with a demure bow of my head. I have always had a soft voice for a man, and the rouge on my lips helps add to the illusion. “I can’t help but notice you appear unaccompanied, sir.”
He nods and smiles. “Yes. I was waiting for someone, but they haven’t arrived yet.”
I incline my head. “Is that so? Would you mind if I waited with you, then?”
“By all means,” he says with a small wave of his hand.
I have always loved how the annual masquerade ball allows Alain to just be a normal person for one night.
If this would ever work, I had to give it my all. Unfortunately, I have never been one for witty banter. “Lovely party, isn’t it?”
“If you like these things,” he says and smiles. “Would you care for a glass of wine?”
It would be rude to refuse, so I nod. He pours a second glass and hands it to me. I take a sip, and it’s the fanciest thing I’ve ever tasted.
I imagine, for a moment, what life would be like if we were equals every day of the year. Would I still be too shy to approach him?
I incline my head. “Thank you.”
He nods and smiles again, though this one seems a bit forced. “So, what brings you to the ball?”
I laugh. “I suppose I was brought by the possibility of being able to be anyone for the night.”
He inclines his head, and I can tell he’s thinking deeply. His brow gets a little crease when he does. “I suppose I was too,” he finally says. “May I have this dance?”
I could never refuse him anything.
“Let’s,” I reply, a little breathless.
I have never danced before, and it shows. But he shows great patience, guiding me through the steps. By the third song, I can’t decide what excites me more: the warmth of his hands, the softness in his eyes, or the fact that I could dance without stumbling.
We break apart to rest, and his attention is taken by someone else. I stand there, fidgeting with the lace of my sleeves, hesitating.
I got what I came for.
He touched me. I danced with him. We looked into each other’s eyes.
I should be satisfied, but…
My feet can only turn me away before they freeze.
I just want more, now.
“You look lovely tonight.”
I turn to face him to see who he’s speaking to and wish I hadn’t.
He towers over me, and I realize that I’m trapped. He’s so close I can feel his breath.
He’s too close. He’s going to find out the truth.
I swallow, heat rising to my cheeks. “Thank you, sir.”
He smiles and holds my gaze, his icy eyes piercing straight through me.
I try to understand what he’s thinking behind that mask, behind those eyes.
Is he just making polite conversation? Or was he… Could he possibly be… Interested?
I smile and try to force myself to look away, but the turn of my head draws his attention down from my face. I gasp as he dips his head to kiss my collarbone.
Despite my mind telling me to run, my hand raises to touch the back of his neck. “Sir, I… We’re in public…”
His lips curve against my skin. “Does it matter?”
I bite my lip and don’t respond.
He kisses up my neck to my jaw, and I shiver as his lips touch my ear. “Does it matter?” he asks again, this time in a murmur.
“No,” I admit.
He grins and kisses me on the mouth then, so quickly I can’t react. “Good girl.”
My knees are weak and I want more of his touch. More of his kisses. More of him.
“I… I have to go,” I manage to say.
I don’t want to. But if I didn’t leave and he found out I was a man, I wasn’t certain my heart could handle the disgust on his face.
I turn, my eyes burning with tears I shouldn’t be shedding. Not here. Not now. I run from the room before he can see me cry and don’t stop until I’m outside.
The cool air burns as I take a gasping breath. I cover my mouth with a hand and try to calm my racing heart.
I stand in the garden, my dress illuminated by soft moonlight, and I weep.
Stupid, stupid, stupid Noah.
What were you thinking?
I should have known better.
I lean against the stone wall and let the waves of emotion have their way with me.
It’s only after my tears had dried that I realize my greatest mistake of all.
I had nowhere to go, not like this. I couldn’t go back into the ballroom and risk running into him. And I can’t take the servants’ entrance in this dress.
I look down at it and whisper an apology before I begin to tear it apart.
First, the long, tight sleeves.
Next the bodice.
Then the extra layers.
Finally, I’m left in loose breeches and a too-long, ill-fitting tunic. I sigh and turn to head for the servants’ door. I hurry through the halls, keeping my head low and trying to avoid running into anyone else.
I head to my room and quickly throw the tattered remains of my dress into the corner.
I feel like I’m going to vomit.
No one saw me.
No one knows.
I’m fine.
I slide into bed and don’t move for the rest of the night. It’s easily one of the longest nights of my life.
The morning bells chime, and I start to get dressed for the day.
I survived. Now, I just need to survive the consequences of my actions. I just pray that the king will not recall a single maiden among so many others that vied for his attention.
My hands shake as I prepare his morning tea. The guard lets me into his chambers and, as I set the tray down next to his bed, I bow my head. “Good morning, your Majesty.”
He yawns and sits up. I wait for dismissal, but he just stares at the far wall as he sips the tea slowly, thoughtfully.
Finally, he looks at me. “Do you think I’m a horrible man?”
“What?” I stand up straight. “No! Of course not!”
He’s quiet for a time. “I’m not so sure anymore,” he says softly, almost as if he were speaking to himself.
I quickly shake my head. “Your Majesty, there has never been a better king than you.”
He turns to look at me, an eyebrow cocked. “Do you really believe that?” His voice lowers as he adds, “Even after yesterday?”
I feel the blood drain from me as the rest of me wants to flee. I stammer, “Yes-Yesterday?”
He watches my face for a moment, his own unreadable. “Is it that you like dressing up as a girl? Or was it merely a game? A laugh at my expense?”
My mouth opens and closes a few times, but no sound comes out.
Then, his eyes soften. “Or, perhaps, were you sincere?”
“I… I’m not sure how to answer that,” I finally get out.
The softness is gone just as quickly as it came. “If you want to leave, then do so now.”
Something tells me that no matter how much I want to run away, that would be the wrong choice. He had caught me. I would be punished. I deserve it.
So I stand there, head bowed in deference.
But then he says, “Take off your clothes.”
I look up to see him standing in front of me, one eyebrow raised. I don’t have the right to question him, so I quickly shed my clothes, fold them, and set them aside neatly.
Alain undresses with less care, tossing his clothes onto the floor haphazardly.
I don’t dare question him and just wait for the next instruction.
He puts his hands on my shoulders and walks me over to the bed. Before I realize what he’s doing, his lips are on mine. I have no idea what to do. I just sit there and let him slowly push me down as his thumb rubs against my cheek.
The hand moves down, trailing along my chest, my stomach, and to my thighs. He leans in, and I feel his tongue move down my neck, then back up to my ear.
“Do you like how I’m touching you?” he whispers.
“Y-Yes,” I gasp out.
“Good.” He kisses me again, and I shiver against him as he begins to slowly work my member with one firm hand.
He rubs along the base, then slides up to the tip, pressing his thumb under the tip in a light circle. Then he begins to move his hand faster, his grip tighter, and I can’t help myself.
I close my eyes and just give in.
When I try to kiss him back, his touch grows more insistent. His other hand grips my thigh and pushes my legs apart, then he moves to fill the space.
I must be dreaming.
This can’t be happening.
And yet, it is.
He runs his tongue along my neck, then bites down gently while he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand to his groin. I know what he wants, and I want it, too. I’m scared of how much I want it.
His skin is hot against my palm. Is he really this hard just because of me?
I want to believe it is.
I choose to believe it is.
He bites his lips, closing his eyes as his hips move slowly in time with my strokes. Then his fingers press to my lips, and I realize it’s the same hand that had been touching me.
I part my lips, and tentatively take the thumb between my teeth as my tongue runs along it. He groans, and the sound is the most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard.
I want more of it.
I close my mouth around the digit and suck while my hand slides up and down his length in short, erratic jerks.
He pulls his hand away and climbs on top of me. I never dared to imagine this, to fantasize this far. I feel like I could finish just from the sensation of his skin on mine.
He kisses me briefly, then begins to work his way down my body, kissing and licking as he goes.
He rubs his cheek against my inner thigh while his eyes lift to meet mine. “May I taste you?”
There is no way I can answer that. I don’t have the right to say yes.
He opens his mouth and I tremble as the warmth of it envelopes my member. My hands clench the sheets as I fight the urge to tangle them in his hair. There is tongue and suction, and it’s all too much.
“I—” I try to warn him, but it’s too late.
To my utter embarrassment and shock, he doesn’t pull off. Instead, he hums in pleasure and swallows.
The king just swallowed my seed.
And now he’s pulling off, licking his lips, and smiling at me. “There we are.” He crawls back up my body and takes my wrist in one hand.
He brings my arm up and bites down on it. I yelp as he begins sucking hard, as if he means to leave a bruise. Then he moves to the other arm to repeat the process, before he looks up at me.
“I should’ve done this long ago,” he murmurs, and then snakes his arms around my middle.
I don’t know how to respond. Would anyone, if they were in my place? I just embrace him, which seems to be enough, because he tightens his grip on me.
I start to cry.
I’m not sure why, other than I’m just so overwhelmed. Years of longing, and now it’s finally happening, and I’m so happy that I can’t keep the feeling inside.
He looks understandably confused. “What’s wrong? What happened? Did I hurt you?”
“You happened,” I whisper. “You make me so happy.”
He raises an eyebrow, but smiles nonetheless.
I take a deep breath in and shift beneath him, pressing my thighs against his sides. “Your Majesty… I know I don’t have the right to ask this, but…” I choke on a soft sob.
My heart breaks a little bit further. I know the negotiations for his betrothal are underway, but it won’t be long before he’ll have a queen.
I don’t want to be so close and lose it all now.
He looks down at me in surprise before he smiles. “You don’t have to beg. If this is what you want, then I’m more than willing to give it to you.”
I say nothing, the tender words only making it harder to bear. I kiss him and he moves his groin against mine. The feeling of his manhood against my body makes me moan in pleasure.
“Do you want me to be on top?” he asks softly.
Was there any other option? He seems to be waiting for an answer, though, so I nod. His hands slide down to hold my hips still as a blunt force presses against a place that had never been touched this way before.
It’s a slow slide inside, agonizingly so, and I can’t discern the pain from the pleasure as he finally bottoms out. He thrusts gently at first, just a little shift back and forth. I don’t know how he can tell, but the moment the pain is replaced by need, he pulls further out and shoves back in.
Bliss shoots from my fingers to my toes and I beg, “More, please!”
He compiles, speeding up and pushing back in with a hard snap of his hips. My nails dig into his back as we move together, our bodies falling into a rhythm. I feel myself falling toward something, my senses wrapped completely around the feeling of him moving inside me.
“Alain,” I cry out, delirious and lost.
“I know, my love,” he grunts in response. “I know.”
I break.
‘My love,’ he called me.
I know it was just the heat of the moment. No man could keep his head clear when he was in the throes of passion. I hold him close so he can’t see my face as I fall apart, tears falling down in broken streams.
Even when he takes a queen, I’ll have this moment. This moment where he called me his love.
Nothing could ever take it away.
And then, as we fall over the edge… The moment is over.
Alain collapses on top of me, both of our breathing erratic. He places a soft kiss on my chest and whispers, “That was amazing.”
I make a small sound of agreement, keeping my face ducked and out of his view. The pain in my chest is nearly overwhelming.
I should never have done this.
Now I knew what it was like to touch and be touched, and I didn’t want to live without it.
I rest my head against his chest, keeping my face ducked. I couldn’t let him see me cry.
He rested quietly, his pulse beating steadily in my ear.
I roll over, pressing my lips against his in one last kiss. His eyes widen in shock, but he gently returns it. I slowly pull away, resting my head against his chest once more.
I can’t stay here.
I listen to his heartbeat until it slows and evens out. Hoping he’s asleep, I slowly untangle myself from his arms and move to get up.
“Where are you going?”
I bite my lower lip as I get dressed. “I… Have duties to attend, your Majesty.”
I hear the rustle of sheets as he sits up. I keep my back to him. He can’t see how much this is tearing me up inside.
“Stay here,” he says, his voice just above a whisper.
I don’t reply. I simply slip out of the room and shut the door behind me.
I walk through the hallways, not paying attention to where I’m going. I run into a servant and mumble an apology before continuing on my way.
I don’t know where I’m going. I just know that I have to leave.
I exit the palace and don’t stop walking.
Keep it together, I tell myself. I can get through this.
All I have to do is not look back.
Annalisa
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