A Lady and her Prince

A close call

“PRINCESS! Lady Emmaline! If you don’t open this door this instant!” A few more bangs on the door. Emmy doesn't look up once but proceeds to suck and flick on Cat’s c**t a few more times until the sound of the door being opened forced her from between Cat’s legs. Cat grabs a robe and curls it around her just as her mother stalks into the room with two guards. Princess Cat smiles sweetly at her mother. 

“Such noise… Such a commotion. For little ole me. Mother… I couldn’t decide what gown to wear.” Cat flicked her big blue hues a few times. Her mother looks to Emmy for a few moments and then back to Cat. “Yes… a gown is what’s keeping you here. Your betrothed is waiting to meet you and you’re in here playing with your lady in waiting.” Cat smirked at her Mother and smiled. “I promise I will put my gown on and Lady Emma will braid my hair and I will make my presence known.” 

Her mother pauses for a few moments. “I will give you a few moments… Or I will send a guard in to speed this along.” The look on Cat’s face at the idea of one of the guards staying in the room. Her Mother gasps and shakes her head. “I will be overjoyed when your father successfully marries you off.” Her mother turns away from Cat and Emmy. Cat winks at the guards as they follow her mother out. Cat giggles and soon Emmy follows beside her. 

“Your family will have my head. I’m lucky that our father’s trained together during their knighthood.” She walked away from Cat and head for the closet. She hums quietly and grabs the green gown. She wiggles it at Cat knowing that the green gown will make her big blue hues pop. Once Cat begins to dress, Emmy heads back into the closet. She grabs the deep purple gown and pulls it on to her body. She steps out of the closet and checks the gown in the mirror. The color making her eyes look darker. She looks back to Cat who now sits on a stool. 

“Plait my hair Emmy.” Emmy smiles and moves over to Cat. She grabs the comb and begins to work on an intricate design. She hums as she works, Cat’s hand snaking behind her to touch Emmy at every chance. A soft giggle leaves Emmy’s lips as she feels Cat’s hand. The princess whines softly. “I didn’t get off… I didn’t even get a chance.” She whimpers again a few times and Emmy simply smiles. “I think you should wear a gold crown tonight…I know just the one.” Emmy moves out of Cat’s grip and heads off towards the closet again. She picks the tiara and then carefully places it on Cat’s head. 

Cat looks at herself in the mirror a few times before she places her feet into her slippers. “Shall we make our presence known?” She winks at Emmy and they head out of the room. Princess Catherine always commands a room, or hallway… or bed. When she moves people notice. Emmy was probably the only person that never noticed. Though she had a connection with Cat, Emmy personally prefer the company of men. So when a set of eyes landed on Emmy instead of Cat a moment of confusion passed over her face. 

The eyes that landed on Emmy’s face were familiar to her. Yet she couldn’t exactly place where she had seen them. She looked back to Cat and sighed. “Please tell me that the i***t staring at me is not your betrothed. He’s so familiar to me…” Cat glanced over her shoulders and smirked. “Oh really Prince Alec has his eyes on you… how interesting. My betrothed and my lady in waiting ...”