Empire of Lust

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER TWO

Alex's POV

She nods and walks towards the rack, picking the outfit for the gala that had been planned weeks before. She lays it on the bed and struggles to stand as she rests on the ottoman. I stand up and walk towards the bed, spanking her bare ass. I quickly dress up, and Mary helps where she thinks it's necessary. Soon I'm done, and I stand in front of the mirror admiring myself. The emerald green suit shone against my pale skin. The highlights of gold on the satin twinkling, matching my eye colour, my blonde hair was slicked back. I smile at the image I see. There was no way I wasn't going to get a new girlfriend tonight. I thought to myself. I walk towards the door, "Dress up, clean up, then leave my room, Mary." I instructed as I left the room. I hear her voice faintly, "My name isn't Mary." I ignored her and carried on. I walked towards the end of the hallway and stood at the top of the stairs overlooking the ballroom. The room buzzed with life, with many gowns and suits as if to outdo each other. I saw the number of guards even in the ballroom. I take my time going down the stairs, my eyes scanning the crowd for my parents, soft classical music playing in the background. I found them and quickly made my way to them. They stood elegantly dressed in the same colour as me, but they seemed more regal. The 'King and Queen of England'. "Mother, father, good evening," I said to them. "Good evening, son." My mother said back, pulling me in for a hug. My father looks at me in disappointment, and I ignore him. " Did you get my message from the butler?" He asks me in a cool tone. I nodded, "Great." He replied. "Anyways, mother, father, I'll be off having diplomatic conversations if anyone needs me," I tell them and leave. I walked through the ballroom, my eyes scanning everyone, and I heard a group of high-pitched laughter in the darker corner of the ballroom. I trace the sounds to a group of five girls drinking and laughing, and I smile once I see them. I've hit the jackpot.

"Hi, ladies." I announce. They giggle and smile as they whisper their hi's individually. I stretched out my hand towards the first girl, she placed her hand in mine, and I held it up and said with my award-winning smile. "Your eyes, my lady, hold the very starlight that illuminates this ballroom. I fear if I gaze too long, I'll lose myself in their depths." The girl blushes with her other hand covering her face, and I bring my lips to the back of her hand. I turn to the second lady and repeat the same with a different line. "Your smile, like a rare and precious bloom, brings a warmth to this evening that no other light could provide. I am honored to bask in its glow." She, too, blushes and giggles. I turn to the third girl and say, "My lady, the very fabric of your gown seems to sigh with pleasure at the touch of your skin." The girl pulls her hand away in disgust and pushes me aside as she walks away. I stand there stunned, "Don't worry, she's such a prude." I heard the other girls say. I turn to them and introduce myself, "My name is Prince Alex Windsor, the heir to the throne." "Wow," one of them says. "An actual prince?" Another asks, and I nod. "Anyways, this ball seems boring. I'd love to take you four on a private tour of the palace." I say to them. They all nod eagerly as they follow me out of the ballroom. Walking down the hallway, "Pardon my manners, beautiful ladies, I forgot to ask for your names." I tell them. The laugh, "Well, it's alright. I'll introduce myself first." The brunette said. "My name is Hailey Stan. My dad's a congressman, and I begged to be his plus one as I'd never seen an actual prince up close." She said her cheeks were pink. "Well, now you've seen a prince up close, and you may even get to be much closer to him." I tell her my voice is dropping an octave. A look of shock washes over her face as she lands a slap across my face. I winced at the pain, "How dare you?!" She screamed at me. "You don't sound like a prince at all, you're just like the other creeps I've met." She said as she turned away and walked back to the ballroom. The other girls stood shocked, and I turned to them unfazed. "Well, that was that. Would any of you like to continue with the tour?" I ask them. Two girls who seemed to be Hailey's friends, one blonde and one brunette, kissed their teeth. They walked away following the path Hailey just took. One of them turned to face me and screamed, "You disgust me, you didn't even make an effort to apologize." I looked at them with a nonchalant look on my face as I shrugged. It seemed to have made them angrier as they stomped off. I turn to face the last girl with an expressionless face, "Are you going to leave too?" I asked her. She looked down at her feet, "No, I'm not going to, you seem fun to be with, and they're just overreacting." She said her voice was small. "Alright." I told her as I continued walking down the hallway. I showed her some rooms and some armour and artefacts used to decorate the palace. She looked around, stunned. I led her down another corridor, and it led to an open door that led to the courtyard. We stepped onto the cobblestones in the courtyard, and I looked at the girl as she looked around in awe, touching the flowers and the trimmed bushes. I wondered if this was the first time she had ever left her house. "Come sit." I told her, pointing to a concrete bench, one of many that surrounded the courtyard. We sat in silence for a while till I turned to face her, breaking the silence. "I didn't get your name, pretty." I told her. "Oh." She said in her small voice. She played with her fingers in her lap, her eyes refusing to meet mine. "My name is Emerald and I'm the Princess of Wales." She said. My hands curled under her chin, and I lifted her face to meet mine. "Wow, your name effectively captures your beauty." I told her. A tinge of pink rushes to her cheek. "Thank you." She says. "The way it matches the colour of your eyes, your jet black hair, pale skin and the most tempting cherry red lips I've ever seen." I continue. She blushes harder this time, too shy to say a word. " The Princess of Wales, right? How come I have not seen you or heard of you?" I ask her curiously. "Well, I was born with an autoimmune disease and had to stay quarantined in a room separate from the world all my life. Coming here to make new experiences was my 20th birthday wish." She tells me. " Wow." I say and nod. I move closer to her, my breath fanning her face, "Well, what other new experiences do you wish to have? I'm willing to help." I ask her. She keeps silent, struggling to keep eye contact. I crash my lips onto hers, immediately shocking her. She slowly melts into the kiss and starts kissing back. I pull her closer to me, pressing her body against mine. "Alex, please wait." She begs. I respect her wishes and pull away, looking at her for an explanation. She gives none, "Anything wrong? I'm just trying to give you a new experience." I ask her. She shakes her head, "It's just that this isn't how I imagined it from the books. It's a lot slower." She tells him. "Oh well, I guess our journey ends here. I don't have that kind of patience for naive girls." I said dismissively. She broke out into sobs and ran off. I look at the form leaving, "Well, that goes my chance of getting laid tonight." I say to myself, disappointed. "Her kisses were terrible, though." I say, trying to comfort myself. "Well, well, well, I had never imagined the day I'd see you again." A deep male voice said from the shadows.