FROSTHAVEN: Battle For The Throne

Chapter Five

They rushed into each other’s arms in a passionate embrace, holding tight like they had waited for a century to share that moment. After a few moments, Mazekeen asked in a soothing soft tone, with a feeling of enthusiasm following each word as they were uttered, “How and where have you been?”

Romanio gently broke off the embrace as he helped her slowly recline into the tilted tree trunk in the garden. They immediately got into a passionate conversation like lovers who had once been lost in time, their laughter mingling with the sound of rustling leaves.

“Remember the many afternoons we used to spend hiding out at this spot? I think we were masters of escape back then,” Romanio joked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Until your mother caught us and put a stop to our illegal adventures,” Mazekeen said, with cheeks blushed and eyes sparkling with fond memories.

But tonight, there was something quite electric in the air that hadn’t been there before. As their conversation dwindled, the coziness of their shared memories shifted the mood. “Romanio,” she whispered, her heart racing, “what if we just ran away together, away from all this?”

His gaze softened, realizing the weight behind her words. “I’d like that more than anything,” he whispered back stepping closer. With a sudden burst of courage, Mazekeen reached out, taking his hand. Their fingers intertwined naturally, and for the first time, she felt the thrill of being really close to him.

Romanio leaned in, and in that brief moment, everything faded away. Their lips met softly, a tentative exploration that quickly deepened as they melted into each other. Mazekeen felt as if the world had shifted; her heart raced as his hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. They were surrounded by the silence of the garden, the cold air swirling around them as they breathed each other in.

Slightly pulling back, Romanio looked gently into her eyes with a lurking look of mischief and wonder, and asked, “What if someone catches us here?”

“This is our moment, so I don’t care if we’re caught or not,” she replied with a playful smile. Again, they shared kisses that were both electric and tender as they lost themselves in each other. They were so engrossed in the moment that they felt like the weight of the world had disappeared

In that cold garden, amidst the soft and romantic sounds of the night, they rediscovered their passionate feeling for each other from their childhood, as they began exploring their bodies, as though that was their last night together.

They gradually began smooching and caressing each other, kissing more deeply as they moaned quietly so no one would hear them. At this point, Romanio was ready to take it further – as he leaned back slowly and ran his fingers gently across her body, causing it to tremble as though electrocuted.

He went on and on, momentarily fondling her soft tender breasts with pointed n*****s which were, at this moment – hard as a rock. All Mazekeen thought of at that moment was to have Romanio inside her at all cost, as she couldn’t control herself anymore; “Make love to me Romanio, my body longs for you desperately.”

These words hit Romanio like a tornado, his heart pumped harder, and his breath got faster. He slowly moved his fingers across her body trying to find a way through her royal garment to her privates, and with one finger he fiddled a bit with her pubic hairs which sent an even colder chill down her spine as she was extremely wet – ready for him like a prey waiting to be devoured.

At this point, she let go of herself and into his strong arms – like a lamb surrendering itself to be slaughtered. As Romanio shifted his foot in a bid to assume position for the main action, he unknowingly stepped on one of the metallic plates that were strategically positioned to alert the guards of any intruder’s attempt to enter the castle through the gardens.

The noise caught the attention of one of the castle guards outside who quickly ran in its direction. Princess Mazekeen and Romanio quickly pulled themselves together, and escaped in the same directions they came through – their paradisiacal moment cut short, leaving them with unsatisfied longings.

On sneaking back into her chambers, Princess Mazekeen let out a soft sigh and advanced towards her bed. She felt a rush of relief mixed with exhilaration as she lay back on her bed, enveloped by the soft linens. As she closed her eyes, she felt overwhelmed by the rush of the memories of that evening.

Her heart swelled with a bittersweet ache – the thrill of their reconnection seemed so intoxicating. Yet, the reality of her royal duties hovered around her. She longed for more moments like that night, to fully explore the depth of her feelings for Romanio without the constraints of their roles and status.