Leela
"Hold still," I muttered, slowly scraping the blade along Eli's jaw.
"You know, princess, the manservants can shave my beard just fine," he said, apprehensively.
I wiped the blade on the towel.
"I have spent years shaving my Father's beard. Don't be nervous, my love, I know what I'm doing," I said, grinning at him devilishly.
I was sat in his lap in the bathing pool, the towel resting on the edge for me to wipe his thick hair.
"There," I said, putting the blade on the towel, "all done. My, my, King Rikom, be careful. You may be mistaken for a gentleman."
His beard made him look like a warrior, rugged, dangerous and sexy. Without it, he was beautiful, his smooth, chiselled face looking much younger. He rubbed his face against mine playfully and I laughed.
He kissed me an
