The Alliance

Chapter 9: Curiosity’s demise

Bianca’s never ending exploration of the night sky is distorted by the scrapping sound of armor gliding and rubbing against the castle walls. It is evident that someone’s climbing up her chamber window. Although she isn’t expecting anyone, she knows deep down, the only armored man deviant enough to visit her at this hour of the night is non other than her lover, Sir Dorian. So with no ounce of fear or alarm, she stands firmly, maintaining her posture.

“ Oh how I longed for your touch all day, I could hardly eat nor drink” Sir Dorian pounds on her kissing her everywhere. “I miss your smell” he sniffs her neck and plants a kiss on her temple.

“I miss you too my love“ Bianca detaches from his embrace, scanning her chambers to see if Jasmine is out of sight.

As soon as she steps back, the candlelight in her chamber exposes the weariness on her face.

Sir Dorian, lost in the aroma of love and the sways of testosterone somehow realises, a worried look spreads across his face “ Darling are you alright? You look pale and ill—-“

“I’m alright!” Bianca snaps and pulls Dorian towards the door, racing to exit her chambers. Dorian cannot find out about her conception. She has no clue of how he will react, besides the risk of making love in her chambers with Dorian and getting caught is too high. Jasmine has grown suspicious, her father, the King, has spies watching her, to ensure she doesn’t flee the castle in attempt to escape her arranged marriage. Her mother is worried about her wellbeing, seeing as she never leaves her room these days.

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The moon‘s soft glow illuminates over the hidden stone pavilion as Bianca and Dorian seek refuge from the watchful eyes of the castle.As they embrace, the tension of the day melted away in that private space as they whisper soft reassurances, hands tangling in one another’s cloak. The cool night air whisper through the leaves, but the warmth between them eclipses everything else. Bianca’s cloak slips from her shoulders and falls on the stone bench, revealing her sheer nakedness while Dorian’s arms encircles her waist, pulling her close.

“You shouldn’t have brought us here,” Dorian murmurs, brushing a lock of hair from Bianca’s flushed face to bury his lips on her neck, sucking it delicately, afraid to leave his mark. She moans and bites her lower lips.

“I had to,” she whispers. “Being apart from you is unbearable.” She pulls him closer, tugging at the waist of his trousers—-she removes it in a swift motion. She can feel his nature rising and it’s driving her insane.

“I should go,” he groans, though his voice is thick with reluctance.

“Stay,” Bianca whispers, her lips brushing against his. “Just a little longer.” Unable to contain her appetite for his touch, She digs her hands in between his legs and gasps.

Their lips meets again in a kiss filled with longing and desperation. Their kiss deepens, consumed with the weight of unspoken fears and forbidden desire.

Their hands roam with desperate familiarity—hers tracing the taut muscles of his back, his fingers threading through her hair. Dorian lays on Beatrice, his weight completely dissolves the space between them, giving him the chance to put his member in her.

His thrusts makes Bianca’s breaths come faster, placing her in pleasurable positions as their bodies moves together in the shadowed sanctuary of the pavilion. The restraint and commotion has kept them apart for several weeks. Normally, they would sneak out on occasions where no one would notice their absence but seeing each other recently has been a turmoil.

So it’s only normal that they give in to the longing that had simmered between them for weeks, knowing they might never be this intimate with each other again—- so they continued—each touch fueled by love and defiance.

In the distance, Jasmine creeps closer, her silent footsteps muffles by the grass. She press herself against the cold stone pillar, intending only to ensure her mistress’s safety—but what she sees freezes her in place.

Jasmine’s eyes widens in shock as she presses herself deeper into the shadows, her heart pounding in disbelief. She had suspected something between them, but seeing it confirmed so boldly left her breathless.

Bianca and Dorian are locked in an intimacy that no courtly whispers could have prepared Jasmine for. The princess clings to the knight, her body arching into his as their bare skin glints faintly under the moonlight. Dorian’s whispered endearments mingles with Bianca’s breathless responses, their love as undeniable as it is forbidden.

Jasmine’s heart races, torn between loyalty and the weight of the scandal unfolding before her eyes. She knows she should look away, retreat quietly—but shock roots her in place.Her gaze locks with Bianca’s at the height of the moment, a collision of wide-eyed astonishment and dawning horror. Alas Bianca’s eyes locks onto Jasmine’s horrified face peeking from behind the stone pillar.

Bianca’s expression shifts from passion to alarm. “Jasmine!” she cries, scrambling to pull the cloak over herself. Dorian turns swiftly, tension coiling in his muscles as realization strikes.

Jasmine stumbles backwards, her mind going into a frenzy, with trembling hands and a shaky voice, she responds almost inaudibly. “Your Highness I—-I didn’t mean to—”

Before another word can be uttered, she turns and flees, disappearing into the night as her footsteps echoes in the quiet.

“Wait!” Bianca calls, desperation lacing her voice but Jasmine does not stop.

Bianca ,” Dorian says urgently, “she saw us! This is dangerous—“ Dorian curses sharply “Bianca. She could expose everything.”

“I know.” Bianca’s voice trembles, torn between fear and resolve. “I’ll speak to her. She’s loyal—she won’t betray us.”

But even as she says it, uncertainty gnaws at her. Secrets are fragile things, easily shattered—and Jasmine now holds one that can change everything. She now carries a truth that can upend everything—their love, their future, and perhaps even the fragile peace within Eldermere’s royal court.