A Lady and her Prince

The morning after

“Emmaline are you awake?” The sound of Prince Alec calling to her from the other room wakes her from her memories. Her head snaps to the direction of his voice. “Yes?” She looks around for something to cover her body. She finds the quilt and brings it up around her torso. A smirk spreads across his lips as he walks into the room. His eyes take in her on his bed, her hair messy and wild. Her cheeks were flushed and every once and awhile she would wince as the material of the bed slid against her tender ass. “Good morning Princess…. “ He walks up to her and kisses her lips. His hand sliding between the blanket and her flesh. His fingers grasping one of her breasts. A surprised sound leaves her lips as she opens her mouth to his tongue. He growls and releases her breast from his grasp. “Good morning, Alec… Why do you keep calling me princess?”

He thinks for a few moments and then frowned. “It seemed like an appropriate nickname. Given that you’re not a princess.”  He sits down next to her and nuzzles into her neck. “We need to talk... “ She sighs hearing his words. “I don’t have any silly preconceived notions that you shall break your betrothal because we had a bit of fun. You aren’t the first to use me to get to Cat.” She moves back from his touch and with the quilt around her body she attempts to get out of the bed. “If you’ll excuse me I should sneak back to my room, before the whole castle is talking about my lack of morals.” 

She continues to wiggle about on the bed before he places a hand on her shoulder. He shakes his head slowly. “Princess.. If I could I would end anything and everything with Cat. You have always been the beginning and end of all females for me.” His hand gently strokes her hair. His eyes meeting hers as he talks. “Backing out of this betrothal would mean stepping down from the throne…. We both know that my country…” He removes his hand from her hair and ruffles his own. His eyes holding a look of despair. Her own eyes soften seeing his reaction to her. She leans forward and kisses his lips slowly. “I know… I remember from our youth. It meant everything to you.” She lets out a soft sigh and moves back slightly from him. “How odd it shall be when you take Cat as your wife…. I suppose I shall live out my life as her lady in waiting.” She laughs quietly to herself before glancing towards him. “Oh Alec… it won’t be that bad to be married to Cat… You’ll never lack for bed partners.” Alec simply looks to her and opens his mouth to speak but he quickly shuts it. “Princess.. Don’t sound so down.. I have a plan. It will simply take time.” He kisses her lips quickly before the knock on the door sounds. She glances towards the door and looks to him for a moment. She slips off the bed and slinks to the closet grabbing for her gown in the meantime. Alec watches her curiously before standing up and walking to the door. 

Alec opens the door to see one of the royal guards. The man bowed to the Prince and then spoke. “The king requests an audience, your highness.” Alec nods and shuts the door. Emma walks out of the closet clad in her gown again. The quilt having been tossed back to the bed. Alec slides his arms around Emma for a moment and frowns. “Do not run far, Princess.” She smirks at him and pressed her lips against his own. “Enjoy your audience Prince Alec.” She kisses his cheek then slips out of the room and down the hallway. She was glad that it was still early in the morning. She tiptoes down the hallway until she finds her room. She slips into the room and quickly flopped down on the bed. A soft giggle leaves her lips as she stares at the ceiling. She pulls the gown over her head and then crawls under the covers. Her eyes close tightly as she drifts off to sleep.