The Rebel and the Icequeen

Lesson 1

Queen Louises POV

I just don't understand why this man fascinates me so much. For hours I stare out the window and think about his words. I want to find out more about him, just how am I supposed to do that? I have to find a solution that allows me to have him around without someone drawing strange conclusions or divulging anything. Because as soon as you show what is important to you or what you are interested in, it is immediately used against you, and I don't want that to ever happen.

I will just have to break out of my boredom and do something dangerous for once. Let’s see how it will go.

The next morning I call the minister over to me. I sit on my throne in the great hall and look down at the approaching minister. He bows with reluctance.

"What can I do for you, Your Royal Majesty," he says, looking up at me.

“I don't feel very well today, so you will be taking over the audiences for the time being. My presence is rarely required anyway,” I say in an arrogant voice.

“But your Majesty, you always have a representative role to play. You must not forget how important you are to your people."

“Do I have to repeat myself?” I provoke him. He bows quickly again, but without hiding his dislike for me. I can clearly see that it bothers him to be rebuked by me, but on the other hand I also know how much he wanted sole control.

"However, if serious things are to be decided, for example captured rebels or death sentences of citizens, then I want to be informed."

"Yes, your majesty," he presses through clenched teeth.

"You can go now, Minister!"

He turns on his heel and walks away as fast as possible, without showing everyone how much he has just been humiliated. Next I call for one of the guards posted in front of the hall. He rushes in and kneels in front of me.

"Stand up, I need your discreet service," I speak to him and he stands up with a quick nod of his head.

"I want you to take the prisoner Liam Cameron to the west wing."

"But your Majesty, there is nothing there," the guard contradicts me and I understand his skepticism.

"A room will be prepared there, wait there until I give you more information."

"Yes your majesty."

With another bow he disappears too. The last thing I do is call two maids and order them to prepare two adjoining rooms in the west wing. The rooms there are rarely used. All of our guest rooms and chambers are located there, but since we hardly ever celebrate any parties, most of them are unused. After that I go to my chambers to put on something lighter. These terrible corsets and those many skirts not only make it difficult to breathe, but also to move around, to simply sit or eat. I only wear these clothes so I‘m not the mockery at court and to clarify my position here in the castle. In one of the chests I find a dress that looks simple, yet is made of fine silk. It is dark red and decorated with small embroidery. It flows down my body and accentuates my slight curves and my long legs. I look at myself in front of the mirror, it's hard to recognize the girl from back then. I almost think she's no longer there. The woman who stares back at me from the mirror has a blank facial expression, which gives none of her feelings away, an upright posture and a certain sharpness to herself. I wasn't always like that. Years back, before I came to the court, I was completely different, cheerful and funny, charming and desirable. Darion drove all this out of me over time. I brush a strand of hair from my forehead that has escaped my strict topknot and watch my reflection mirror the movement. The longer I look at myself the less I like what I see. What has become of me?

I'm going to change something right now! They won’t hold me back any longer. I will show them who I really am and then they will regret ever treating me like that! I pull the many needles out of my hair and shake my head a little so that my hair falls over my shoulders in gentle waves. Next I grab the damp cloth and wipe the makeup off my face. It's much better that way. My reflection smiles grimly at me, I wink at it one last time and then make my way to the west wing.

"Bring him in," I tell one of the guards who just walked in to tell me that Liam Cameron is here now. I'm sitting on the bed, in one of the prepared chambers. It's a beautiful large room with dark red wallpaper. The floor is made of dark brown wood that is the same color as the wood furniture in this room. The furniture, including the large bed and the cabinet, are all decorated with detailed carvings.

"Yes, Your Highness," the man bows deeply and disappears out the door, only to reappear shortly afterwards. This time he's not alone. Together with a second guard, he drags Liam Cameron in. His bare feet drag across the floor, his hands are chained together behind his back and connected to his ankles so that he can´t run away. The men let Liam fall to the ground at my feet, where he remains. I just let my face show indifferent serenity and straighten up in my sitting position.

Liam tries to get to his knees, moaning quietly, but before he can even lift himself up from the floor, one of the guards roughly grabs his hair and yanks him up. He gasps and tries to follow the movement to avoid more pain, but he can barely keep his balance.

"Let go of him," I say in an ice-cold voice and scowl at the guard.

"Yes your highness," he says quickly in a toneless voice and lets go of Liam. He immediately sings on his knees again, but can stay upright there.

"You can go now," I order the guards and they turn around without arguing and leave the room. Now I am actually alone with Liam, and I already know exactly what I plan to do with him.

A slight smile creeps onto my lips, but before Liam can see it, I've buried it deep behind my indifferent mask again.

"Don't you think I'm grateful to you now," says Liam, lifting his head to pierce me with his gaze.

“I can see that your manners seem to have been beaten you out of you. I will explain them to you again. "

“What is that supposed to mean?” He asks with a wild expression that shows astonishment, then distrust and then again hate.

"Well, you will be spending your time here for the next few days."

He looks at me questioningly. Apparently he still doesn't understand what I'm going to do with him, this is even better.

“What will happen to me afterwards?” He asks and surprises me a little with it, even if you can't tell from my face, of course.

"After that," I pause to consider, "it all depends on how well you cooperate."

"Pah," he laughs and scornfully looks at me, "I will never bow to the king, and certainly not to his woman."

Now I feel compelled to react. I raise an eyebrow very clearly and look at him. Surprise shows on his face, then contempt and arrogance again. I'll show him what a woman can do.

I get up from the bed in one fluid movement and walk over to the carved cabinet. I open the top drawer and take out a black silk scarf. I walk slowly towards him while his gaze follows me.

“What is that supposed to be?” He asks, confused. And inside my smile grows. This strong and courageous man is actually a little insecure. I step closer to him, lean close to his ear and whisper: "The better you cooperate, the easier it will be for you."

He pulls his head away and tries to get his hands out of the chains. However, his effort is hopeless. I step behind him. His entire body stiffens. He turns his head to see what I'm doing behind him, but by then I've already put the scarf over his eyes and knotted it behind his head. He shakes his head wildly and moves his arms to somehow get rid of the blindfold. I step in front of him and suddenly he stops and listens. I test briefly whether he really can't see anything before I relax. A slight smile shows up on my face, but he'll never know.

"Take the damn thing off," Liam urges angrily, which only makes me smile even more.

"Now we come to lesson one," I say with a happy voice, "addressing me the right way."

I pace up and down in front of him as I watch him and his reactions.

"The correct way to address me would be Your Highness, but you can also call me Mistress. Understood?"

He doesn't answer, just presses his lips together tightly. I reach into his thick, soft hair and pull his head back. He squeaks slightly in surprise, but then falls silent again.

"Are we clear?"

"Yes," he presses out after a while.

"How are you supposed to address me?"

"Yes mistress." He curls his upper lip with hate. I let go of his hair and he grumbles something vague. I'm sure it's an insult, though.

“That's good,” I praise and get a couple of ropes out of the cabinet. I step behind him and put one around his neck and tie a knot on it so that it forms a tight loop.

“What are you doing?” He asks again, writhing.

I put the rope over my shoulder so that the rope is tight around his neck.

"I just tied you up so you wouldn't run away from me," I explain.

"You did what?"

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, you decide," I say, pulling the small key out of my cleavage. I unlock the chain on his left wrists and free them from it. The skin is very sore there from the iron and his ongoing attempts to free him selves. I gently stroke it with my thumb. He hisses audibly, but doesn't pull his arm away. I gently put a rope around his wrist and take my time to knot it a little higher up so it won´t disturb the sore skin. Then I free his other hand and tie it together with the other one in front of his stomach. He's pressing his jaws tightly together, but let's me tie him up without defending himself or trying to free himself. That really surprises me and only makes me more curious. I carefully stroke his muscle-packed upper arms and feel how very slight goose bumps form on his skin where I touch him. So he doesn't seem to be that tough of a guy after all. His reaction spurs me on. I really want to see how far he can go before he closes himself off to me again and becomes the callous rebel.

My hands slide lightly over his neck, throat and bare chest. You can hardly feel it, but I can feel how he leans towards me to be touched even more. He sure does that quite subconsciously.

I take out the little key again and free his feet too. Now all the heavy chains are on the ground and I only hold him by his tied hands and the rope around his neck. He could probably overwhelm me, attack me, or flee, but he just stays kneeling on the ground. I stand in front of him and gently pull the rope at his neck, and he immediately tenses up again.

"Get up," I command and pull the rest of the rope that ties his hands.

“I can't see anything,” he complains.

"That wasn't the right answer," I say, letting the disappointment show through my voice.

"I'll have to punish you for that."

He growls softly, but tries to get up anyway as I'm putting more pressure on his neck.

"Nothing you do to me could be worse than what I've already experienced."

"You have no idea, I have completely different methods than the guards in the prison."

He doesn't answer that. He stands up with difficulty and now towers over me with the length of a head. His head is tilted slightly down so that I can see his face very well.

"Now what, mistress?" He literally spits the last word at me.

"Come with me." I go ahead to the corner of the room where a metal ring is attached to the ceiling. Of course he can't see that. He reluctantly follows me and stumbles across the carpet several times, but I just keep pulling him. I climb onto a small stool and pull the rope that ties his hands through the eyelet in the ceiling and back down again. Then I pull the rope so that he has to raise his hands above his head. He's strongly opposed to it, but I'm in a better position to put pressure on. I quickly fasten the rope with a knot and loosen the rope around his neck. He still struggles and moves back and forth, but my knots are too tight and out of reach for him.

"What are you doing, untie me," he complains.

"Mhmm, I think I'll be enjoying this spectacle a little longer," I answer him and let myself sink back onto the bed.

“let me go,” he commands angrily.

"We haven't even started jet," I explain and see the corners of his mouth pull down.

"This is fun for you, isn't it?" He asks, "what do you want with me?"

"Well, I'm bored and since you have nothing better to do ...", I leave the sentence unfinished.

He sighs deeply and stops fighting.

"That's good," I praise him again and have to hold back my laugh when he snorts. There is a slight pull in my abdomen and I notice how it turns me on to see it like that. To have this strong man in control. Just seeing him standing there all tied up, so defenseless, completely at my mercy. Would he get hard too?

I run my fingers over his body from top to bottom again. His brook muscles tighten and he shifts his weight. His breathing is faster and I can feel his heart pounding under my fingers. It beats fast and powerful. My fingers slide further and further down until they reach his hips and then finally also his thighs. I gently slide my fingers closer to his member. Now there is already a slight bulge. Apparently he's not as immune as he tried to show me. I now know that he feels something, his body obviously betrayed him. I stroke his member lightly and hear a low moan.

My heart is racing with joy. The bulge in his pants is becoming more and more obvious and so is my urge to tear off his pants. So I playfully run my fingers into his waistband.

“What are you doing?” He asks breathlessly and tries to move away. However, he does not get far and I pull his pants and shorts down with one jerk so that he stands completely naked in front of me. He gasps in surprise. Now the pants sit down on his ankles and ensures that he can´t defend himself even less than before.

"I like you much better that way," I say teasingly and start working on his n*****s first with my fingers and then with my mouth. Then I kiss his upper body, neck and finally near his hard c**k. Again and again he moans softly. He even opens his legs a little to give me better access. His member is already in full splendor. Moisture collects in my underpants and only spurs me on even more. It's hard to hold back and not give myself to him completely. I have to remind myself several times that I am in control here and want to keep it.

I massage his member gently and I am delighted to see how much he reacts to it. He turns his head from side to side, his facial expression constantly alternating between lustful and dogged determination. Apparently he's enjoying my treatment, but he doesn't want to show it. He's probably feeling let down by his body right now.

A drop pearls out of his tip and reminds me of my actual plan. I continue to massage his p***s and testicles until I notice how everything inside him is tense and his legs start to tremble. Immediately I let go of him. He's about to hit his c****x, but it wouldn't be torture if I let him c*m. No, I would postpone this game a little longer.

"What you are doing? Why are you stopping? ”He complains and pulls on his ropes again.

"That would be too easy," I reply sweetly.

"Please finish it off or untie me so I can relieve myself."

I don't answer, but sit back on the bed and look at his beautiful body. His strong muscular arms still tied over his head. His legs slightly trampling and his Hand member waiting to finally be released.

"Please," he pleads again and I kind of like hearing him plead.

"You haven't earned this right yet," I say again in an ice-cold voice.

"Please, I'll do anything," he pleads again.

"I doubt that very much."

I pull his pants up again and then call the healer so that she can look at his injured back again.

"Well, see you again soon, Liam Cameron.”