Chapter 4
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Lynah's POV.
I hurried back to my original position, my heart racing with each step he took toward me. He caught me again.
"Forgive me, Your Highness," I apologized.
"Is your daydream from this morning still going on?" he asked, as he began to remove his robe.
Without hesitation, I moved forward as if it were instinct, reaching to help him undress as expected.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.
I stepped back a few paces.
"I greet you, Crown Prince," I said formally, as I should have from the start.
"Did the Queen's Palace send you?" he asked.
"Yes, Your Highness," I answered, keeping my eyes fixed on the floor.
"Did they send you here to stand stiffly like a tree?" he asked.
What was happening?
"After undressing myself, should I also undress you? Seems like they told you I would take care of you," he scoffed.
"No, Your Highness," I said.
My hands began to tremble. I knew what s*x was, but I had never experienced it. As a servant, this was one of my duties, but the Empress had shielded me from such tasks. Now, I was alone.
I had to survive. With shaking hands, I undid the strings of my dress and removed it, leaving only my underwear.
I refused to look anywhere but at the floor. I could feel his gaze on my body, each part he scrutinized leaving a lingering warmth. His gaze felt almost like a touch.
"Come closer," he said.
I took a few hesitant steps forward, though there was still a significant distance between us. Honestly, I was scared. I was alone with this man. Who knew what he might do?
"Closer," he ordered.
I moved another step forward.
"Kneel and lift your head."
We were not supposed to look at his body. Only his future wife was permitted to see him. So why was he asking me to look at him? I swallowed hard before raising my head.
"Your Highness, the lights—"
"Why should I switch them off?" he interrupted.
"Please, Your Highness, those are the Palace rules," I explained, even though I knew he was aware.
"Rules, huh?"
I couldn't let five years of work go to waste because he refused to follow the rules. He wouldn't be punished; I would.
"Very well, I suppose you can't look at my body," he admitted.
Finally.
"Then allow me to blow out the candles," I said, crawling toward the nearest one.
"I never told you to blow it out," he said, just as I was about to extinguish the flame.
Why was he intent on making this night so difficult? What had I done to deserve this?
"Your Highness?" I asked, turning my head to better see him.
"You simply don't have to look."
Wait, what?
How could I not look? Was I supposed to keep my eyes closed the entire time?
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Forest's Pov.
She looked completely naive. The Queen must have lost her touch. She usually sends vixens to my bed, but this one seemed to lack any seductive quality.
She gazed at me with wide, innocent eyes, waiting for my instructions. It was rather refreshing. Perhaps I could shape her into something more to my liking.
"It seems the Queen has lowered her standards. How can she bring a dimwit into my chambers?" I scorned, even though I found it interesting.
I wondered if she was indeed sent by the Queen or if sheer luck had brought her here. Since the Queen's arrival in the Palace, she had made it perfectly clear I was not her choice for the King's position. I knew she was my greatest obstacle to reaching the throne, but she was still my stepmother, and I didn't want to fight with her.
"Please tell me what to do, Your Highness," she said.
My hand moved of its own accord to her round breast. They were as soft as they appeared. The shock on her face was evident, but it transformed into embarrassment as her entire face turned cherry red.
Her hand reached to cover her mouth to prevent any sound from escaping. Stupid Palace rules! I liked her voice. I wanted to hear her moan for me.
"Do not cover your mouth," I commanded, my voice low. "I want to hear you.
My thumb circled her pink n****e that stood firmly, grabbing my attention. Her reactions were new to me. Most of the women sent to my chambers were professionals. They knew how to behave to get my attention, but she was surprisingly inexperienced.
"You appear like a dimwit, but you are gifted here." I squeezed her full breasts, which fit perfectly in my palm.
"Thank you," she said, her mouth still covered.
Thank you? I burst out laughing. No one has ever told me thank you before. This was more interesting than I had anticipated. I originally wanted to tease her, but I was losing control.
"Open your eyes."
She opened her beautiful doe eyes to look at me. Was she this beautiful before, or were my eyes playing tricks on me? She didn't seem like the girl who I had walked in on a few minutes ago.
"Lie on your stomach."
She hesitated, her eyes widening slightly, but she obeyed, slowly lying down on her stomach. Her back was smooth, her skin delicate. She was vulnerable, exposed, yet there was a quiet strength in her compliance.
I ran my hand down her spine, feeling the tension in her muscles. "Relax," I murmured, my voice softer now. "There's no need to be afraid."
Her breathing was shallow, each inhale and exhale a testament to her anxiety. I traced a pattern on her back, a simple gesture meant to soothe.
"You've been sent here for a reason," I continued, my hand still moving gently. "But tonight, you belong to me. Do you understand?"
She nodded slightly, her face turned away, her hair splayed across the pillow. She was trying to be brave, but the slight tremble in her body betrayed her.
"Good," I said, leaning closer, my lips almost touching her ear. "Now, let's see how well you can follow orders."
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