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Kylee's Story Ch. 02

By: MickeyPink



The next day, Kylee was too embarrassed to mention her run in with the Prince as she performed her daily duties with Mira. Had the Prince found her virginity so unappealing that he could not even bare to mention it? Even today, when he passed her in the hall, he looked right past her, as though she was not there.

But when she was called to see the prince that night, she had the feeling she would not leave the room with her virginity intact. 

She entered the room, wearing her servant's uniform. She held her hands together behind her back, her palms sweating with anticipation. Of course, all day she had thought of him, the way her body so easily betrayed her to his touch. She had been wet all day, distracted with thoughts of him; his strong muscular jaw, his jet black hair, his deep blue eyes. Part of her hoped that he would take her tonight and give her the chance to feel what she had heard in the stories. 

She stood there, waiting for him to look at her. He simply sat in the chair by the fire, unmoving. "You called for me Sire?" He lifted his hand and motioned for her to come over. She made her way across the room, taking note, as she got closer, of his furrowed brow.

When finally she sat down, he looked up at her, recognizing the fear in her eyes. "I have never been denied of a woman's body. But you fought me. I had not realized why until it was almost too late to turn back."

She sat, trying to understand what he was getting at. "You think you are so irresistible. You are a pig. And if not for you being the prince, I would have done you bodily harm. You may believe you can have any woman you please, but I assure you, I will never give myself to you freely."

The prince chuckled. She was feisty, this.. this little girl. "You didn't grow up a servant, did you? I bet you were your daddy's little girl. Got everything you wanted? You will come to my bed, willingly or not, and you will enjoy the pleasure I give you there. You belong to me now, and it would do you well to remember it." 

She stood and stormed out, half expecting him to follow after her, half hoping he would. She was disappointed to have not felt his touch on her skin. She missed the warm rush she had felt the night before, when he had given her so much pleasure with just his fingers. But he hadn't just crushed her innocence that night. Why did he spare her?

*~*

For the rest of the week it became obvious the prince wanted her. He would watch her move about the palace, and he would brush against her as if on accident when the two of them were near each other. All the servants took note, and it stirred gossip so great, it was being passed al over the kingdom. The queen noticed it too, and when she made mention if it to the king, he was not surprised. "She is a lovely girl. The duke of Gayle sent her with the other servant girls as a gift only a couple of months ago." The queen was unhappy to hear her husband say that he knew of her, but in her unwell state, she could not deny that he was still a man with needs that men have.

*~*

Kylee woke to the sound of screams. She jumped from her bed, and threw on her uniform, running into the hallway. "The queen is dead! Taken by God in her sleep!" The head lady in waiting to the queen screamed. Kylee stood, wondering what this would mean for her. With the queen gone, it was possible that the prince would now claim her as his pleasure slave. Or, with any luck, she might be allowed to leave. 

All the queen's maids gathered to discuss their futures before the king appeared and ordered everyone to get to work. "Assume your positions as usual", he said. So, Kylee made the queen's bed, and dusted her chamber. But as she was getting ready to leave, the king appeared in the doorway. A sadness covering his face.

"Your majesty," she bowed, "I am so sorry for your loss". The king looked at her, his sadness transforming into something else. Something more.. Lustful.

"Would you comfort your king? I need to be in the company of another. My son, the prince has helped himself all day to servant girls, and I'm afraid he does not want to talk with an old man about this loss". 

She looked down at the floor, and unsure of what else to say, she said, "Of course, highness". He made his way into the room, stopping to sit in the reading chair near the window. He patted the chair next to him, and she sat as well.

"We used to sit here often when we first married. We would laugh and chat during the afternoon, watching the kingdom from the window. You remind me of her. When we first married, her hair was just as yours is. So long and full- like the softest silk."

She immediately felt tense, and started to say that perhaps she should be going, but he read her mind before she could speak. "It would please me to remember what it is to be with a beautiful young woman such as you. Would you give your king such an honor?"

'At least he actually asks before taking what he wants,' she thought. The king was quite a specimen. He was at least 6'3 and had a very chiseled body. He was about 50, but looked not a day over 45. His short brown hair had flecks of grey in it to match his blue grey eyes. She had to admit she was flattered that the king thought her to be so appealing. "Your highness, I know what you are feeling. But I-". He took her hand and stood her up. He pulled her so that she stood between his legs. He continued to sit as he twirled her about, admiring her beauty. He then turned her around and unhinged her dress. She was afraid, and unable to stop the single tear that fell from her eye, hitting the stone floor. The prince would not deflower her after all.

Her dress fell, and he admired her in her shift. "So perfectly you were made". His hands held her at her hips, one hand drifting up to her breast. They were the perfect size, just over a handful of flesh, and so soft. Her nipple became a hard pebble under his touch, and he was amused to see that she was, indeed, responsive to his touch.

Her breathing became uneven as his hands continued to roam her; cupping the curve of her plentiful backside, raising her shift to her waist. While one hand held it, the other pulled her closer. Then he lifted her thigh to rest it on the arm of the chair. "Sire, you mustn't," but she was too late. His skilled mouth descended on her flesh, only now did she realize how moist she had become. He kissed her just above her little nub, then her inner thigh, and back towards the source of her heat. She became anxious, grinding her hips toward him, trying to douse the burning flame.

The king smiled, then gently flicked his tongue across her clit, forcing her to drive her hips further still- nearly falling over in the process. His hand held her, as he began stroking her treasure with his tongue, savoring every drop he encountered. Soon he was ravaging her, pushing his tongue further and further into her tight little entrance, her moans and sighs edging him on.

She felt the warmth crawling from between her thighs, growing just as it had before when she had been with the prince. Her breathing became shallow, her heart pounding in her ears. Just as she thought she could take no more, the king thrust two strong fingers into her tight wet channel causing her to shake and shatter in his arms. Her body clenching at his invading digit.

Just as he stood and lifted her shift above her head, and off her shoulders, a loud gasp came from the door. It seemed somewhere in the midst of his lust, the king had forgotten to close the door. The young servant girl stood there, amazed at what she saw. "As you were", the king told her, and she scurried away.

Completely embarrassed, Kylee turned bright red. The moment had been ruined, and reality had come crashing back in. She wrapped her hands sound her, trying to conceal herself from the king, who, judging by the loss of his erection, also had come back to reality.

The king kissed her forehead and said, "You have made this old man feel much better". He then helped her back into her shift, and dress, then removed himself from the room.

*~*

That night, she was summoned to the prince's room once again. When she arrived, he closed the door behind her and pinned her to the wall. "You gave yourself to my father this afternoon?!" It came out like an accusation more than it did a question, and she knew he was unhappy with her.

"You dare find anger with me for fulfilling a wish of the king, when you have been frolicking about the palace all day, soiling every maid you could get your hands on? You are a hypocrite, my prince". His anger quickly boiled and he turned her so that her chest pressed hard against the wall. She felt him unhook her dress, the dress falling to the floor.

"Well now that you, too, have been soiled, you will have no problem giving yourself to me as well!" He ripped her shift from her body and possessively groped at her naked flesh. "You deny me of your sweet treasure, but my father may have all of you? And in my mother's bed chamber no less!?"

She started to cry, and as she turned her back around he saw the shame in her eyes. "I had no choice but to submit to your father. But at least he was a gentleman! His touch was soft and gentle. Not like the way you touch me. And my body does not belong to you!"

He picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder, and marched over to the bed. He would show her who was the greater lover. And then, he would lock her away in the dungeon for her disrespect. The threw her down on the bed, and removed his clothes. So driven by rage, was he.. He didn't care if she wanted this. She would enjoy it. He climbed on top of her, spreading her thighs, then feeling her heart beat on his chest. He kissed her neck, licking from her ear to her collar bone. She would enjoy him very much.

His fingers twisted her nipple, then he lowered his head to take it into his mouth. Her gasp told him she was enjoying it, and so did the hardening of her nipple in his hungry mouth. While his mouth sucked at her nipple, his hand drifted down to her womanhood. She was unbelievably wet as his finger found her entrance. She was still so tight, and he forced a finger into her. One became two, and she groaned in discomfort. He quickly grabbed his erection, the head now turning purple with need for release. He pressed the tip against her tight entrance, and looked her in the eyes. "Please, Prince Aden.. I did not have sex with the king".

He looked at her, his eyes still dark with anger. Then, he thrust into her, the entire length of him stretching her, breaking her barrier. Her scream joined his groan, as he stilled within her. 

He then started his assault on her body, gripping her backside as he pushed himself deeper, harder, faster. Each time, pulling her into him. She felt the pain starting to drip away and it became replaced with undeniable pleasure. He noticed her moans started to become more like admissions of pleasure, as he felt his release vastly approaching. He wrapped one hand under her to continue pulling her closer and closer to him, while the other left her supple bottom and began rubbing at her slick pearl. This was her undoing as she wrapped her arms around his back and screamed, "Yes, oh yes, please Aden.. I'm coming.. Oh god, yes!" As she shuddered and moaned, pleasure racked through her, causing her body to pulsate around his cock, milking every inch of him. His threw his head back and jammed himself inside her once, twice, three times... Spilling his seed into her. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.

She did not want to feel him go, and so when he moved to lie beside her, she held him closer to her still. He laughed and pulled free, lying beside her, propped up to watch her more intently. "I told you you would enjoy our love making. Were you satisfied, my little library girl?" 

The smug grin on his face made her angry, and she regretted that in fact she did enjoy his attentions. "Are you proud? To have taken my virginity like a wild beast takes it's prey? I.. I will never marry now. Who will want me?"

The sadness in her eyes struck a chord within him. He had not anticipated this. All the other women were thrilled to have been taken by him. And they could all marry to dukes, or counts even. "I will want you," he said, "I find I want you now, even." she looked down to see that his erection had returned. How could he be so ready again? After having just finished only moments ago? And how could he trample on her emotions that way?

Before she could speak again, his mouth found hers. He kissed her gently, planting soft sweet kisses on her top, then bottom lip. His arm pulled her closer, and the kiss deepened. She put her hand between them, needing to speak. "Prince Aden, why do you torment me so?"

He smiled as he ran a finger up the side of her body, admiring the shape of her. "You fill me with such desire, I cannot resist you. Why do you torment me, Kylee?"

That was the first time the prince had ever spoken her name. She wondered how he had come to know it, then realized the words he spoke before it. He said it was she who tormented him..

She didn't know why she did it, but she lifted her head to catch his lips with her own. "I did not know you knew my name, Prince." 

"The girl who fills me with such aching passion? How could I not?" He then climbed back between her thighs, ready to show her a new level of passion. She let out a groan of satisfaction as he slid back into her tight heat. "I will not share you with other men."

She smiled at this, because she knew it was true. He brought his mouth back down upon hers in a kiss so sensual she thought she could cum then and there. "And please, call me Aden."

Kylee's Story Ch. 03



 Hey guys, I know it's been a while, but here is the latest installment of Kylee's Story. I hope you enjoy, and I want you to know that I will be publishing chapter 4 in a week, as it is already finished. This will probably be a six part series. 



The next day seemed like a fairy tale. No longer was she expected to clean and serve the royal family. When she woke in the Prince's bed, she was greeted by none other than Mira. "The Prince says I should tend to your every need...", she said, ".. Kylee, what have you done?!" A smile covered her face, making it clear that Mira, her once servant turned friend, was having far too much fun with this situation. 

"There was nothing I could do. This was forced upon me." Kylee said the words, but felt as though she was telling a lie. To be fair, it was only somewhat untrue. While she had not wanted to lose her virginity, she was becoming more and more aware of how she felt for the Prince. "The Prince.. He will bore of me, and then I will be left to suffer the life of a used whore." Tears came to her eyes.

Mira went and closed the door,then returned and hugged her friend. "It's alright, I'm sure everything will work out. There are many rich men who would die to marry you. You are amazing. And being with the Prince will help guarantee you a suitable mate."

"What if I only want him?"

The girls sat there, looking into each other's eyes. The words had simply slipped from her mouth. There was no reclaiming them now.

~*~

After getting herself bathed and eating some breakfast, Kylee decided to wait for the Prince in his chambers. Royalty or not, he had no right to take her innocence. She would ask him to find her a husband and allow her to leave the palace. She wanted no more of this game they had been playing. 

~*~

"Hello my sweet."

He walked into the room with a strut about him. His pride was unbelievable. And he obviously was in a very good mood, judging from that silly grin about his face.

"Your highness, I wish to strike a deal with you. I would like you to find me a husband, and allow me to leave the palace. Now that you have taken what you want of me, I see no reason why I must stay."

His face slowly drifted from a smile to a grimace. "Husband...? I think you lack understanding in our relationship dear girl. I will not hand you off to a other man."

"What more could you want of me, that I should stay? I would rather spend my life in the dungeons, locked away, than in bed with you." Her voice became louder and louder as she spoke, and she was unable to stop herself before saying, "I would rather die." 

The Prince closed the space between them instantly, closing his hands about her neck, pulling her into a kiss. She remained hard against him, her mouth unmoving, her hands by her side. He broke the kiss and said, "You would rather die than lie in my bed? Have you forgotten the pleasure I have given you? Do you dare to lie and say you did not enjoy yourself? In the same bed you look upon with such hatred?"

"Enjoyment would be a massive overstatement, my Prince." She did not mean it, she just wanted him to let go. No, there were far better words than enjoyment to describe the pleasure he had bestowed upon her. He had given her such immense satisfaction.. She was growing warm at just the thought. "No sire, I did not enjoy my time in your bed."

"You test me, Kylee." His voice became softer, and she could sense that perhaps she had hurt him. "You will learn not to test me. I will have you again. Now. And if you do not enjoy it, I will do as you wish."

Her heart leapt to hear it, and without being prompted, she removed her clothes. The sooner it was over, the sooner she could be free of him.

The prince watched as the gown fell to the floor. His grey eyes looked over every inch of her as her body became exposed. Her beautiful caramel colored skin, her pert round breasts tipped with brown peaks, her flat tummy, and her adorable little treasure. He brought her over to the bed, and lie her on her back.

Kylee tried to imagine this weren't happening. She decided to take her mind to another place, to daydream until the episode had ended. The prince saw on her face that she was not mentally there with him. But he knew how to get her attention.

The prince spread her thighs, and lowered himself until his face was merely inches from her wet heat. He inhaled the smell of her, and began kissing her inner thighs. Starting close to her knees, he made his way up, kissing, licking, and nibbling at her flesh. When he had almost met the place where her thighs ended, he moved to the next. Kylee sighed, for now she could not think of anything but what he would do next.   

As he once again reached her apex, it was dripping now, with great anticipation. He looked up and his eyes met with hers. He could see that she was very much liking this. 

His tongue slowly played along her lips, licking near her hot entrance. Her breath hastened, but she did not moan. He kissed, and softly suckled at her nub, and chuckled as her back left the bed. She was pulling in air, trying to avoid the song of pleasure at her throat. As he continued his gentle performance, she lost her will to hide and soon her moans filled his ears.

After bringing her to orgasm, Aden removed his garments and lay beside her. His cock, so hard, stood waiting for her touch. "Touch me." With the tip of her finger, she followed the veins in his erection, as though they were the outline to a secret destination. Truth be told, she had never really looked upon it- let alone touch it. Soon she became exploratory. 

She wrapped her small hand around him, like warm marble, covered in the softest velvet. She looked into his eyes as she started to stroke him, and he groaned in satisfaction. His eyes closed, his head lay back, as he marveled in the splendor of his inexperienced lover's touch. She thought she could do no wrong, and so, brought her tongue to the tip of his manhood. Aden gave a loud growl, and thrust his hips forward. She began sucking him, tentatively at first, but became more aggressive as she started to taste his pleasure.

His eyes were wide now, watching his little library girl in amazement. He knew she was enjoying this. He also knew he would soon release if she kept this up. 

"Come, sit on my lap." No sooner than the words were spoken, Kylee had found her way onto him, sitting so that his cock was resting under her. "Guide me inside of you."

She positioned his cock at her entrance and slowly sat, taking him in. It felt new, and although this was not her first time, she felt a shyness about it. They sat this way, joined, staring into each others eyes. His hands found her waist, and began guiding her, allowing her to find her own rhythm. 

Soon her shyness was gone, and she was riding him as though her were one of her horses back home. He pulled her down on him and kissed her. She could taste herself on him, and that sent her over the edge. Her cunt gripped at him, and he held her still as he plundered her from below. She cried out in his ear, and he into hers, as they came together.

When their breathing had stilled, he rolled over on top of her. He kissed her forehead, her cheek, and then her lips. A smile rose upon his face, as they gazed into each other's eyes.

They made love until night fell, then fell into a deep sleep, cuddled together. 

~*~

When Kylee woke in the morning, the prince holding her to him, she smiled through her sadness. She realized that she was a fool; for she could never be happy with anyone else, but would never be able to have Aden to herself. She began to cry, and when the prince woke he found that she had slipped out before he could see the way the morning graced her face. 

His heart had dropped for he now was starting to see that this girl was changing him. He had never before allowed a maid to stay in his bed, but he had never felt what he felt for her. He prayed she would not refuse him, because he no longer could see his life without her in it. It was terrifying to think that perhaps, he had fallen in love.

~*~

That night, the prince summoned Kylee to his chambers. When she arrived, he went to her, bringing her near the fire. "I hope you have given it some thought, as I know I have. Kylee, I do not want to see you married off to another man. I fear you have captured a part of me, and to see you go would be to have my arm separated from my body."

She smiled, for she thought perhaps that her dreams were going to come true. "Aden, last night was amazing. And I now know that what I feel for you is more than just lust or childish attraction. You are the only man who has truly had me. My mind is clouded with thoughts of only you. My body yearns for your touch. And my heart, my heart is no longer my own."

"So you agree to stay and share my bed?"

"Aden, I want to share your life. I want to hold your heart just as you hold mine." Upon hearing this, Aden took a step back. Was he to understand her meaning..? That she wanted to be his wife?

He pulled her into him, and his hand found hers. He kissed her lips, and sighed deeply. "I cannot marry you. The woman I marry must be of noble blood. I cannot marry a servant any more than I could a rock, or a tree." 

Kylee pulled away from him, her face now riddled in confusion. "But you want me to stay with you. As a slave? To be your whore? I'll not forever live as a mistress to the king... To always be second to another woman!"

He tried to step closer, but she moved further still. Her face began growing red, and he saw that soon her eyes, that only moments ago had been filled with hope, would soon be filled with tears. 

"What would you have me do, give up my crown? There is no one else to run this kingdom once my father has passed. I have a responsibility to the people. I know this news is not what you wanted. But I swear to you, you would never be second in my mind. Yes, I would have my queen, but my mind would be possessed with thoughts of only you."

"You would have me settle for your mind when you have all of me?" By now the tears were flowing freely. Kylee knew what she must do. "I do not wish to stay with you, my prince. I hope you find it in your heart to find me a suitable match. Otherwise, I beg you- let me go. Let me be with someone who truly loves me." Kylee wiped her face clean, then delivered the stinging blow, "Someone who doesn't just want to fuck me in secret."

Aden's sadness turned quickly to anger. If she would not be with him, she would be alone. "You leave me no choice."

"No. I suppose not. I will continue to perform my duties until a match has been found. Until then, I hope you find it in your heart to not call upon me. I do not want to further soil myself before marriage."

"Kylee. I am sorry." Aden sighed as he walked her to the door. When he opened it, he motioned to the guard. The guard grabbed Kylee, and threw her over his shoulder. Kylee began to fight, and looked back at the prince.

"Aden! What is the meaning of this?"

"Wait." The guard stopped, and Aden came to her. He took her face in his hands, kissed her lips and turned away. As he made his way back into his room, he spoke again. "You said you would rather be imprisoned than be my lover." He stopped. "So to the dungeons you will go."

Kylee's jaw hung open, her eyes were wide. The guard started to walk again. She tried to fight him, to wiggle free, but it was no use. She would spend the rest of her life in the dungeon. And Aden hadn't even the courage to look her in the eye when he told her.



Kylee's Story Ch. 04



 As promised, here is the fourth chapter. Enjoy! It will probably be a couple of weeks or so before I finish the fifth chapter, as I am currently overwhelmed with classes :-( 

As always, please give me some feedback. I live on it!!!  



The dungeon hadn't been as horrid as she expected. Instead of sharing a cell with the others Kylee had been given what the guards were calling "the dungeon suite". It was a small room with a cot, two buckets, and a small window in the top corner. She was allowed three cups of water each day, it was up to her how she would use them. She often would save one cup per day for three days and use that water to bathe. She was not enjoying her time spent.

The prince would often send for her, asking that she rethink her decision, but her answer was always the same. She would "rather be confined to life in a five by six cell than a life without love". While she spoke those words each time, she was beginning to question its truth.

~*~*~

She was a tough one, that little library girl. Aden could think of nothing but her. In the weeks past, he had started training the army, trying to incorporate new strategies. Aden was quite good with a sword, and it was important to him that his army was as well. His ability to fight skillfully with two swords was unmatched by any competitor. He would spend hours every day teaching them, and showing off. It was a way for him to release some of his pent up anxiety. 

His body, which had always been strong, and masculine, was gaining more muscle. His body was now rather large, his 6'3 frame accentuated by the extra muscle. He was the sculpture of David, come to life. 

It was becoming more and more difficult to perform his daily tasks knowing that Kylee was locked away in a cold dark room. He wanted to give in, but he admired her tenacity. She was a strong woman.

He also missed her presence in his bed.

The other maids were suddenly less fitting, and as a result, he was reduced to releasing himself every night at the thought of Kylee's touch, her kiss, and her sweet, sweet, sounds. He would give nearly anything to taste her upon his lips, or to caress her supple bottom. He was conflicted by what his heart needed, and what his obligations mandated. 

He must find a way to get her to agree to being his lover. Or he would surely go mad.

~*~*~

The next morning, as the king and prince enjoyed their breakfast, Aden brought mention of Kylee to his father.

"Father, who is responsible for our latest addition of servants? I wish to speak with him about one in particular."

"The girl you have imprisoned? What did she do to be punished so? She is lovely girl. It is a pity to not see her gracing the halls with her smile and light demeanor."

Aden frowned, thinking back to what he had heard about his father with the girl. "I simply wish to know who is responsible for her presence. She has displeased me, and I wish to have words with him."

"She did not displease me.. What did she do? Is it true, what I've heard about you? She is a servant, and I pray you are not gaining feelings for this girl. There is nothing she may offer to you but her body. Do not waste your time with foolish ideas."

"Foolish ideas? I do not plan on marrying her, father. And upon hearing that you have touched her, I know not why I wasted time with her in my bed!" Aden calmed himself, thinking about the way she had lain with him. His words were of anger, and he did not mean them.

"I am King! You will respect me. I may have any woman I wish. You may favor this girl as you please, but you will not question the decisions I make in my own palace. Do you find it unsettling? That I have tasted her? That I know the sweet sound she makes when brought to ecstasy? I know you will not marry her. Not under my rule."

"Tell me the name of the man."

The king sat back in his chair, only now, had he looked into his son's face for the first time since they had begun the conversation. There was rage splayed across Aden's face. And something else. Something.. Sad. He had gone too far. "I believe she was a gift from the duke of Grayle."

Aden stood to remove himself, and as he passed his father, he stopped and looked at him. "If you ever touch her again, your rule will end prematurely." With that, he left. He did not see the king clinch his fists, or the look in his eye that communicated that his tolerance level had diminished. 

~*~*~

"A letter for you from the prince, sir."

The duke looked up at his servant to receive the letter. He opened it, read it, and put it on the side table. Nia, his favorite slave, was performing her daily duty. And he was about to reward her with a mouth full of his seed.

~*~*~

"...And make sure she is in the garden in no more than twenty minutes," the prince said, "I want her present when I speak to the duke."

The guard went to retrieve Kylee. He would not upset the prince, for he already seemed to be in a foul mood.

~*~*~

Kylee was shocked to hear the locks on the door to her cell being opened. The light outside the door was very bright, and she hadn't left the room in the seven weeks she had been imprisoned. "The prince and his guest will see you. Now."

He then grabbed her by the arm, and drug her to the other side of the palace.

~*~*~

The duke walked over to the fountain, and waited. The prince, came around the corner, followed by his personal guards. As he approached the duke, he spoke. "Duke Vellace, thank you for your swift arrival."

"Well, highness, I am honored to be called upon. What may I do for you?" He was confused, and growing nervous, for he did not know the reason for this meeting. The letter simply requested his appearance. 

Just then, Kylee was brought over, shackles on her hands and feet.

She looked over at her father in shock- what was he doing here? 

Aden read her face like an open book, but could not understand why she seemed so shocked and hurt. It was obvious that her relationship with this man went deeper than just master and slave. Had he made an attempt at her innocence?

"I want to know, duke, why this servant you have given us is not living up to our expectations. We are very displeased at her lack of willingness to perform to our will."

"I.. Well, she.. She was never really given duties, majesty. I am afraid I did not have it in my heart to grant her anything but a simple life. A free life."

"This girl was not your servant? Explain this to me."

"Well, no sire. She was allowed to have free will."

Kylee understood that he would not tell Aden the truth, as it might ruin his reputation. She felt even more ashamed, and her pain was quickly turning to anger. 

"Why?" The prince was growing annoyed with him.

"Uh, well..."

"Because I am his daughter." Kylee spoke, and as soon as the words left her mouth, the duke went to slap her across the face. Before his hand touched her, Aden had grabbed his arm. 

"Do not believe her, majesty, I only had pity on her, is all. It is not my blood that courses through her veins."

"Dare you touch my property? What reason has she to lie? And to me, of all people? Speak girl. Tell me your truth."

Kylee began to cry, and then she told Aden everything. She told him about her mother, and her childhood. She told him about how the men came and took them all away, and she became a servant. She told him that her father had betrayed her.

Aden felt his own eyes beginning to water, as he listened to her story. If he had spent any time at all, just trying to understand her, perhaps he would not have been so hard on her. He expected her to come to his bed willingly, because he did not know she had lived her life this way. She should never have been sold like cattle by a man who should have loved her.

"Duke Vellace. Tell me, is this true? Did you sell your own daughter to the royal family?"

The duke avoided the prince's gaze and answered. "Yes, majesty. I could no longer take care of her. My wife was sure to find out soon, as it has been quite a fee to raise the girl in secret. I just thought if I gave her to you, she would be given a decent life."

Aden looked to Kylee, who was hunched over and sobbing. Then, he turned his attention back to the duke. "You will be fined for giving us an inadequate servant. The fine will be used to give the girl a dowry. In addition to the dowry, you will take any funds from selling her home and use them to buy a full wardrobe for the girl. She will need it if she is to mingle with society."

The prince nodded, and the guard took Kylee away. The whole time, she looked back at Aden, knowing that his decision had not been an easy one for him to make. And wondering... if she would be able to love any man but him.

~*~*~

After being removed from the dungeons and given a room in the Queen's wing of the palace, Kylee's life started a new normal. She had a servant, who sought after her every need, and Mira had been released to join her at court. Together they would take long strolls by the lake, attend events, and even took up painting. But Kylee missed the touch of the prince, and missed the sight of him even more.

Every time she had seen him in the passing weeks, the prince had ignored her. He would see her in the library and simply leave. It hurt her to know that he would not even look upon her anymore.

~*~*~

Aden would not allow her to consume him any longer. He had done well to avoid her, but for the late night library visits and bumping into her in the garden. But he was able to sleep with other women again, and that was helping. 

Admittedly, his love making had become more rough. He often times would not even allow them to look at him during sex. He would fuck them from behind, with their skirts raised, and send them on their way once he had finished. Gone was the passion he once felt, and in it's place an empty shell of a man who only hungered for what he could not have.

~*~*~

One day, while Kylee was resting in the garden with Mira, the king came near. "I hear you are now a member of the court," he said. "My son must truly be taken with you. I would like to see you tonight. Come to my chambers late evening, and show me what graces you have bestowed upon him."

He walked away, smiling, while Kylee sat in shock. She looked over to Mira, who could obviously not understand what had just happened. "What will the prince say?" Mira asked, the question, but she had a feeling what he would say.

"We must keep this to ourselves. He is not to know. I cannot disobey the king, but The prince will surely kill us both if he discovers this."

~*~*~

That night, Kylee went to the king in her night dress. She made her way down the hall, a candle lighting her path. When she walked in, she found the king, resting on his bed with a book in hand.

The door closed behind her, and Kylee drew nearer. The king's eyes were transfixed on her, as he could see her nipples through the thin fabric, and the sway of her hips. He looked into her eyes as he stood, and went to her. He took her candle and set it on the mantle of the fireplace. He wrapped her in his arms, and kissed her, then brought her over to the bed. He sat, and said, "Remove your clothing. I want to see your beautiful flesh."

She did as she was told, allowing the garment to fall to the floor in a puddle beneath her. The king raised his hand to touch her, and was surprised to see Kylee shudder; not from fear, or excitement, but from what appeared to be disgust.

"You do not want to be here?"

"I wish to please my king."

He stared into her eyes for a few seconds more, before pulling her down to kneel before him. "Has my son taught you to pleasure a man with your mouth?" He smiled. He could already envision her mouth wrapped about his cock. The warmth of her tongue as she licked his sack. If Aden had not taken advantage of such a pleasure, he would be the first, tonight.

"I have taken him into my mouth, once."

The king leaned down to kiss her again, this time slipping his tongue into her mouth, coaxing a moan from her. She did not want to enjoy this, but his touch was so gentle, and he looked so much like his son. She imagined he was Aden, and so it was no surprise that soon she began to feel a familiar warmth between her thighs.

He became so caught up in the kiss that he brought her up onto his lap. Soon his cock was like stone, rigid in his pants. He felt Kylee grind on his thigh, and it was all he could do not to cum. He moved his hand to her thigh and slowly made his way up. He broke the kiss and put his lips to good use on her earlobe, kissing, and softly nibbling there. As his hand reached her most sacred place, he felt her anticipation. She was so wet, her thighs had become sticky, and he brought his hand to his mouth to taste her.

She watched as he licked her wetness from his fingers, and felt a sudden rush come over her. As soon as his fingers touched her, she came. He gently caressed her nub with his thumb, as she came into his hand. When her orgasm had subsided, he moved her hand to his crotch.

She rubbed it through his pants, her eyes closed imagining Aden with her. The king unlaced his pants and removed his aching cock. With the hand he had used to touch her, he stroked himself. "This is the effect you have on a man. You are so beautiful. Come. Straddle me."

She straddled him, and slowly took in each inch of him. While he was large, his penis did not stretch her and fill her in the way Aden's did. The king's hands moved to her hips, and he guided her in slow gentle movements above him. She was like a vice around him, and soon, he would be unable to hold back. 

He flipped her over, and began to enter her more quickly. His desire to please her was not as strong as his desire to fill her. Before he could release his seed, the sound of a table being thrown interrupted their love making.

Kylee screamed as she looked up to see Aden walking over. A sword in hand, and a face that she had never seen before.

He looked at her, and she recognized what seemed to be tears in his eyes. "Get out."

She scrambled to grab her gown, and ran from the room, naked.

"Did you think I would not know? Did you think you would have her right beneath my nose and it would go unnoticed?" Aden brought the tip of his sword to his father's throat.

The king had flipped over in all the commotion, and was now looking up at his son, reconsidering his actions. "I am your father, and more importantly, I am king. Do not do something you will regret..."

"You should have taken your own advice, father. I told you never to touch her again."

"And I told you that I will take whatever wench I desire. Your feelings for that girl do not matter. You cannot marry her, so you may as well share her with me."

Aden increased the pressure on his throat, and was now close to drawing blood. "Be careful old man, you may have me kill you before I speak my last words to you."

"Guards," the king yelled out. "I will have you beheaded for this. It seems there will be no heir to my thrown." The guards did not come. They had been called away. 

"I will be king. Rest assured, father. Your death will have been an accident." Aden smiled, as he lifted his sword. He then left the room, knowing that his father would soon be tired. Earlier that day, he had left a pitcher of water in the room- it was laced with a toxin that left the person who drank from it paralyzed.

Surely enough, as soon after Aden left the room, the king walked over to the side table to pour himself a glass. He finished the glass, and threw the glass into the fire in anger. He was about to follow Aden- to get the guards and have him imprisoned, when he felt a strange numbness in his fingertips. He dropped the pitcher and stumbled over to the bed. He barely made it; his legs grew weak, and he could hear his heart beating in his ears. 

He thought he had been poisoned. He thought.. He was dying. 

An hour later, Aden returned to his father's chambers. The king was lying on his side, seemingly at peace. It was hard to imagine life without his father. Harder still, to imagine his father's death at his own hand. "I am sorry father. But you leave me no choice."

He grabbed the pillow from beside him, and covered his father's face. He held the pillow, on its' ends, and when his father began to struggle, he climbed atop him to hold him down. He did this, watching the life fade from the king's struggling body.

Aden held the pillow for another minute or so, until he could be sure his father's heart had stopped. He then removed the pillow and looked upon his face. He loved his father. 

But he loved Kylee more.



Kylee's Story Ch. 05



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The kingdom was buzzing with change. When the king had been pronounced dead, it was assumed that old age and heartbreak had been the cause. Aden was crowned when morning came, and soon, he was being advised to marry. He was king.. And he needed a queen to bear heirs to the throne.

It was decided that he would find his queen in the old fashioned way- there was to be a ball.

~*~*~

Kylee had been hiding in shame. She feared that Aden would come for her, to hurt her for lying with his father. What she did not know was that Aden had decided to forgive her before the deed had been done. He suspected his father would once again call for her. She would be in no position to refuse him.

The news of a ball was terrifying for Kylee. She and Mira had been picking out dresses for the event. Her only hope was that she would not be shunned from the company of those with blood more noble than her own.

"You have been allowed to court by the king himself," Mira told her. "No one will shun you. And the men... Oh, the men!" Mira spun around, holding her hands folded to her chest. Many suitors would be there, and Kylee was just as beautiful as any woman above her station.

Kylee smiled at her friend's optimism. She wished she could feel the optimism that Mira felt. With all the stress of her love for Aden, the king's untimely and rather suspicious death, and her first real ball, she could hardly function with her daily life; let alone prepare for a night that could change her life forever.

~*~*~

The night of the ball came quickly, and as Kylee stood in the mirror, she blushed at her reflection. Gone was the girl, who at only 17 came to be a servant to the queen. She was now approaching her nineteenth birthday, and attending the royal ball- as a member of court!!!

She moved her shaking hands to her gown. It was a beautiful silk lavender gown, with lace trim about her bust line. She ran her finger along the swell of her breasts, at the lace. She could hardly breathe because the corset was taken in so tightly. Her hair was down, falling in chocolate colored waves that cascaded to the center of her back, but for the front which was pinned into a series of twists and tied in back.

Her gaze drifted up to her face, and she looked into her own eyes. She wondered what others could see behind them. Could they see the fear she reserved? Or the sadness she felt when she thought of Aden?

"Can they see it?" She asked herself out loud, before feeling her eyes begin to water. She had never cried much, until she came here. The flecks of gold, that made her eyes sparkle when she was glad, were hiding away. Leaving only bronze sadness. 

"Can they see what? How beautiful you are?" Mira must have come in while she was in thought. Mira came over and, seeing her face, hugged her tightly. "Everything will be fine. You fret without cause. Come, there are guests arriving, and I think you should be meeting each one!"

Kylee so adored her newfound friendship with Mira, and she hoped they would be friends forever. "And.. Where were you just a moment ago? You disappeared while I was getting ready."

"Well, if you must know, I've taken a liking to one of the guards..." Mira began to blush, and for the first time Kylee saw that her friend had fallen in love. While all of her goings on had clouded her days, she never saw the romance that had been blooming beneath her nose.

"A guard? Well, you must introduce me. Anyone that can make you blush so must be worth meeting."

The girls giggled and headed to the main ballroom. This would be quite a night indeed.

~*~*~

Aden did not want to be married. He enjoyed life as a single man. And he knew that he could not give his heart to another woman. His heart still lay with a girl who could not be made queen. 

He allowed the servant girl to adjust his attire, and headed to the study. He would have a small drink before arriving at the ball. There would be a substantial amount of hopeful women tonight, a few of which would be princesses.

~*~*~

The evening was proving fruitful for Kylee, as she had danced with several men, and a few asked if they could write her. She accepted, of course. She felt lucky to have anyone at all show interest in her.

One man in particular, the Earl of Wimshire, was most charming of all. He was good looking, yes. He was very tall, taller than Aden, but he was very different in many other ways. His blonde hair was cut short, and his eyes were the color of coffee. They were so dark, in fact, that there was a moment when she wondered if they were black. But his eyes were so expressive; and there was something warm and endearing in them. His nose was thin, but a bit long, and pointed at the tip. 

In contrast, they were quite different. Her caramel skin, and his pale white; her small button nose, and his thin long one; her curvy body, and his thin toned one. She wondered if it was ridiculous to see them together. 'No more ridiculous than me with the king', she thought. 

Mira removed herself from them after a while, and watched as Kylee giggled and he held her hand. A suitable match indeed.

When the trumpets sounded to announce the king, the room stood still. Aden made his way down the grand staircase, taking note of all the ladies who were fawning over him. He would certainly not retire to his chambers alone tonight. 

As he reached the bottom of the staircase, he stopped to greet a hunting partner of his. He spoke with him briefly, taking note of a girl in a lavender dress accompanied by the Earl of Wimshire. The girl's small waist and full hips taunted him. 'Why did I allow her to come to court?' 

Just as he was going to move toward her, he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Highness, it is my pleasure to introduce you to Princess Analeigh of Bernagunet."

Aden turned, to face his advisor of foreign relations and a lovely red headed girl. "Princess. So lovely to make your acquaintance."

She smiled brightly all the way up her green eyes. She dipped low into a curtsy, and said, "No, the pleasure is all mine. I feel quite lucky to be in your company. There are many women hoping to do just so."

The two of them made small talk, and Aden found that discussion came easily between them. She was surprising, as she was fond of hunting, fencing, and riding. She was a rare type of princess. She was not snooty, or self-important. In fact, the was very humble, and unfamiliar with the way in which she should behave. She was the third of three daughters, and the last of all her siblings to be married. 

Aden danced and talked with nearly every woman at the ball that night. While his thoughts would drift over to Kylee, he kept himself occupied with all the princesses that were more fitting. At the end of the night, he was actually a bit excited about seeing Analeigh again.

Kylee was excited too, for Earl Von Holdt had shown great promise.

~*~*~

That night, as everyone drifted to sleep, Mira and Quincy went to the chapel. They were married before god, and Kylee was their witness. They were married in the garden; the moon, and candles as their only light.

Kylee watched as they held each other; as they spoke vows of everlasting love. It was the kind of life she wanted for herself. It was the kind of life she needed.

~*~*~

When Thomas Von Holdt wrote to her the next week, Kylee was overjoyed. They soon began writing to each other often; and as they got to know one another, Kylee thought less and less of Aden. In a way, she was grateful for her experience with Aden. She felt like she was a woman now. She also new that she would never again allow herself to settle for only a part of a man. No, she was deserving of loyalty.. and of love. She would have what Mira and Quincy had. 

Soon they had been corresponding for several weeks, and Thomas invited Kylee to his town. She agreed of course, and two evenings later she was picked up by one of his carriages. Never had she been in a carriage so nice- it was rather large; big enough to seat at least eight people. Blue velvet seats complemented the blue and black damask curtains. A servant girl, who sat at the far end of the cabin, served a small assortment of cheeses and wine available as well. 

Kylee could not wait to be with Thomas; for him to hold her hand as they strolled, for his sharp wit, and kind gaze.. Yes, he was quite a catch. If Kylee were lucky enough to have him, she knew that he would make her very happy.

~*~*~

Aden paced back and forth. He watched as Kylee, all dressed up, climbed into the carriage and left. He knew she had been writing to Von Holdt, and was fine with it until now. A sick feeling crept into the pit of his stomach. Writing was one thing, but what would happen tonight? Would he try to have her? Or worse.. Would he want a real relationship with her?

He had no room to complain, really. He had spent countless hours since the ball, dining with princesses that seemed fitting to reign beside him. Analeigh had proved to be his most suitable match. She was funny, and knowledgeable. She was also very active, which was something that interested him.

On the last dinner he had with Analeigh, she mentioned how she and her father would go riding to the sea of Bernagunet. This sea, was the single most beautiful body of water to be seen in all the kingdoms. The bright blue water and pale white sand was hypnotizing. It was said that a marriage was blessed if it occurred there. As a result, people from all throughout the kingdom would go there to be married. Many would take with them a jar, and take a bit of sand home with them.

While Analeigh was charming, Aden had trouble imagining sex with her. Surely, she would be fun to have around, but her body was long and thin. She was without the womanly features he so adored on Kylee. Her breasts were very small, her bottom nearly flat, and her hips were simply non-existent. Before, he may not have cared, truly. But now, he felt that those features were some that he could not do without.

He hoped that he could set aside what he felt for Kylee. He needed to focus on himself.

~*~*~

Kylee stepped out of the carriage and was greeted by Thomas himself. "As lovely as the day we first met", he said. He kissed her hand, and guided her towards a small pond.

"You flatter me so, Thomas. Thank you for inviting me to your home. It really is quite lovely."

There was a bench near the pond, and they sat for a moment in silence. Thomas had so many things to say, but was unsure of what to say first, or how. Truth be told, he was rather nervous.

"Kylee, I want you to know that I really have enjoyed our correspondence. Each letter I have received from you has been the best part of my day. You have such a way with words. I feel like you write the things I think."

Kylee smiled, for she felt the same way when receiving his letters, too. "Then it is an ability we share, for I feel the same way!"

The two smiled at one another. Suddenly, his smiled faded, and was replaced with a small frown. "I do not mean to pressure you, Kylee, but there has been something that I have been wanting to ask for the last couple of weeks."

Fear was in her gut. She knew this would be about Aden. She would tellnhim everything. If he wanted to know, she would be honest. That was the only way she would know if he truly wanted to be with her.

"I know that everyone knows..."

He looked at her in confusion, unsure of what she was beginning to say.

"Ade- the prince.. And I.. Well, it's true. And it is no longer happening, and I know what people must think of me, but I just want to move on with my life. I know that it is not desirable, me being impure, but I have a good heart. I.. I deserve love just as much as anyone else. If it bothers you too much, then I suppose I have to accept it. But I like you very much. It would hurt to lose you as a friend, but-"

"Kylee, this is not about any of that. Yes, I know about your past. Rumor travel fast amongst people who have nothing better to do than whip their slaves and drink their wine. This is not about that at all."

Kylee wiped her face, only now realizing she had started crying. She looked up from her lap, and into his eyes. There was so much kindness there. So much warmth.

"No, Kylee. The question I have for you is one that involves the future- not the past." He stood, and removed a ring from his pocket. Kylee sat in shock as he knelt in front of her and took her hand. "Kylee, I have been taken with you from the moment I laid eyes on you. Your letter light up my days. I want to ask you to be my wife. I want to look upon your face each morning, and lie with you in my arms each night."

By now Kylee had become a fountain of tears. Her hands were shaking, and her heart was beating a mile a minute. She wiped her face with her free hand and took a deep breath.

"Kylee, I'm asking you.. No, I'm begging you. Please. Marry me?"

Words would not form, and so Kylee did the only thing she could do. She nodded in agreement.

Thomas stood and pulled her up with him, holding her and spinning around. "I will make you the happiest woman in the world." As soon as he spoke the words, Thomas eased Kylee to her feet and they looked at one another. He slipped the ring on her finger, then leaned in to kiss her. It was the most tender kiss Kylee had ever received. 

~*~*~

Kylee never came back that night. In fact, she did not come back at all. Aden had heard rumors that she was to be married to Von Holdt, but he would not believe this to be true. Even if it were, it did not matter. He had already decided on a bride of his own; he would marry Princess Analeigh.

There was no special proposal. Aden simply asked her at dinner if she would marry him, and she said yes. They finished their meal, sat for a while discussing the challenges of hunting at dusk, then he saw her to her carriage. Their marriage would be one of necessity. Love was for commoners.



Kylee's Story Ch. 06



The truth was, Kylee was honored and glad to have been proposed to. But while Thomas was a good man, he was not the man she could see herself growing old with. He could give her a life of ease, and bliss. He could give her something that many would not consider giving; and one that Aden could not give.

Since she had accepted his proposal, Thomas has been showering Kylee with gifts and attention. Everything he had was hers, and he made sure she knew it. He had started drawing up a guest list, and she was going to all the dress makers in town to find the perfect gown. She would only be married once, and "only the very best gown would do," Thomas would say. She smiled at the thought of him, and then frowned as she looked into the mirror and saw the women looking at her strangely. 

Kylee quickly found that everyone knew her past. It did not matter that she was kind, or funny, or beautiful. To the women of Wimshire, she was a whore. Living that down would be difficult.

"You would think she would be embarrassed. You'd think she would not go out in public! But here she is, marrying OUR Earl?" The women whispered, but it wasn't really a whisper at all. It was like the yell of a sick person- because while their voices were low, they were still very loud. Kylee told the woman fitting her that she would come back another time, and left right away.

~*~*~

"Again!"

Aden charged at his opponent. He had gone three rounds and lost each one today. He was falling apart at the seams. Each day that Kylee was gone, he felt more useless. He had originally thought she would come right back, but she was proving him wrong. And proving him weak.

He finished the round, barely pulling his first win of the day, and headed to the library. Lately, he was there all the time. He would try to find the book she was reading on the night they first met. He had looked at nearly every book with a blue spine in the library, but to no avail. He walked in and sat in the chair she always sat in. He looked out the window, watching the birds fly by. She was just like them; never staying, always flying away. 

His pride had gotten the better of him. Normally he would have gone after her. He would have brought her home, to his bed. It is, after all, where she belonged. But now, he had so many things to consider. He had to worry about his image, the needs of the people, his responsibility to serve them. There was no room for the love he felt for Kylee. Yes... Love.

Had he forgotten the way she cried out for him? Or the way their bodies seemed to light on fire when they touched one another? Had he forgotten the way the moon hugged her curves, and the sun kissed her face? In everything she did, she was good. She was pure. And she was everything he wanted.

His father had not understood that to him, Kylee was not just another servant girl. She wasn't a play thing for him to use and send away. He had fallen for her. And now, he only wished that his father had understood; because he felt completely alone. No parents with whom to discuss his troubles, no friends.. He had only Analeigh. But he did not love her. He did not want her.

~*~*~

"We must do something, Quincy. This will not solve itself! They are both so stubborn, and so proud. She will never just come back to him, knowing he will not marry her. And he will not go groveling at her feet for her return!"

Mira paced back and forth, a plot scheming in her mind. Quincy just sat and watched his adorable wife. When they were not eating, sleeping, or fucking, she would talk only of her best friend and the king.

"Darling, you must let this go." His voice was very deep, and it boomed so, that Mira jumped in surprise. She had forgotten he was there for a moment; her thoughts going a mile a minute. "What is meant to be will be. We should not meddle in the affairs of others. Least so, the king."

Mira stopped pacing and looked up at him. Slowly, a smile spread across her face. "I know what to do."

While they had only been married a couple of months, Quincy had come to know her very well. Once Mira set her mind to something, it would be done. Now, he just had to figure out how much trouble this would get him into.

~*~*~

Kylee sat by the pond, thinking about everything she had experienced in the last couple of years. She had lost her mother and her home. She had been forced to serve the queen, then forced to lay with the prince. She had lost her virginity to a man that had stolen it away, only to fall in love with him. 

Aden. She hadn't been giving him much thought with everything going on, but she had heard from Mira that he was very unhappy lately. She was sad to hear that he was sulking; she had the feeling it was her fault. She hadn't even the courage to say goodbye. She knew he would look at her with those stormy eyes and she would fall apart.

She had to marry Thomas. She wanted a life that was good- a life without pain, fear, and shame. And although Thomas could give her these things, she could not shake the thoughts of Aden; kissing her, touching her, taking her...

~*~*~

"Oh, did I tell you? Kylee is feeling rather lonely as of late. She said that Thomas ignores her. He leaves her alone for the bulk of the day, and speaks to her only when he is not busy about town performing his political duties." Mira spoke to her husband, loudly enough that Aden could hear her. She knew he was listening, because the second she said Kylee's name, he dropped something the room.

Aden moved closer to the door, listening intently. Thomas was avoiding her? He probably only asked her to marry him to be some sort of prize winner. 

Aden thought back to the night of the ball. Kylee had danced with many men, and was never without company through the night. He watched as she gracefully moved about, the women staring in jealousy, the men staring in lust. She had looked so beautiful that night. He wanted so badly to speak to her; to tell her that she was the most lovely woman in the room. 

If Thomas was not spending his every moment thinking of Kylee and holding her in his arms, he was doing himself a disservice. Hearing this news lightened Aden's heart. Maybe, if she became bored enough, she would call on him? Or come home? Home...

"I should be receiving a letter from her tomorrow. I will update you then." Mira smiled knowingly, and kissed her husband. As she swayed joyously back down the hall Quincy smiled. He knew what he would do if he were in Aden's shoes, in love with a woman who was betrothed to another man. He would take her back.

~*~*~ 

Aden sat waiting in the library, overlooking the garden where Mira and Quincey sat. He was always in this place at this time of day. It was peaceful, and he was able to watch others enjoy the outdoors.

Mira mimed a shocked face and stood up. She pulled a second letter from the envelope and read the first. "Kylee says I should give this letter to the prince.. Do you think it would be wrong to read it?" 

Quincey looked up at his wife, shocked at her newfound theatrical abilities. "No darling, if the letter is for him, then you should give it to him. Do not read it." She smiled down at him. She knew Aden was sitting in the window. She could see him from the corner of her eye.

Aden stood, unsure of whether or not he heard her correctly. The window pane had blocked most of the sound, and he did not want to assume. He was stone still, watching as the couple stood in the garden below. Mira's eyes drifted to the window, as if she was naturally looking about, and her gaze met Aden's cold blue one.

Mira looked up at him for just a couple of seconds, then excused herself from Quincey. As she made her way to Aden, he made his way to her. When they met at the grand staircase, she curtsied and he made his way down. When he reached the bottom step, she reached out her hand to him, and he took the letter from her. She bowed again, then turned to walk away.

'The things friends do for one another,' she thought.

~*~*~

Aden,

I have missed you since I left weeks ago. It is more than I can bare.

I miss your lips pressed against mine, and the smell of your skin. We have hurt each other, but more than that, we have hurt ourselves. I know I cannot leave Thomas, and you cannot leave Analeigh. But I beg of you, come to meet with me tonight. I will be standing under the bridge on the River Quell at midnight. Please. Just let me look upon you, if maybe for the last time..

K.

~*~*~

As Aden read the letter, he pressed his back harder into the door. He had barely made it to his room before he pulled the paper open. As he read each word, he imagined them coming from her sweet lips. There was no way he would allow her to stand under that bridge without his arms wrapped tightly around her. He would go there tonight, and he would tell her that he loved her for the first time. Not by the way he touched her, or by his kiss.. This time, he would say the words his heart had been screaming since the moment he first saw her.

~*~*~

Mira quickly made her way to Wimshire. Thomas was to be away all weekend, until Sunday when they were to be married, which meant that starting this night, Kylee would be alone. Since Kylee left, Mira had only corresponded with her through a couple of letters, but when she pulled up outside the large home, Kylee stood, a wide smile across her face. Mira jumped out of the carriage, and ran to her. They had become such close friends, and Mira had really missed her. Kylee was all she really had, other than Quincey, and it was difficult to carry on without seeing her each day.

The two caught up with one another, talking about this and that. Kylee was happy to hear that marriage was fun- she had never really known anyone who was married, and she had many questions about what to expect. "We just spend our time together holding one another. And when we are tired of that, we sleep. And when we make love, it's as if we haven't seen each other for weeks, even when we have seen each other only moments ago!!" Mira went on and on, telling Kylee how happy she was. By the end of the night, after dinner and a long walk, it was very late. 

"Let us walk to the river," Mira said. "I would love to sit by the water and enjoy the cool weather."

The two made their way to the river, which was only a short walk from the home. Mira sat, and Kylee sat next to her. They were silent, both trying to avoid the conversation that was inevitable. Aden.

"How is he?" Kylee looked at her friend, trying to gauge her response from the look on her face. Mira sat, a bit uncomfortable.

"He misses you," she spoke, "very much. It is painful to see."

Just then, the sound of footsteps came nearer. Mira had hoped that he would not get there so soon, as she wanted to really to get Kylee to admit to missing him too.

Kylee looked up, and saw Aden, his face a mixture of uncertainty and agony. He had missed her indeed. The strength that used to be ever present seemed to have dripped away, leaving only the shell of a man. "Aden."

His heart leapt in his chest to hear her speak his name, and he held his hand out to her. She took it, and he helped her to stand, all the while her eyes never left his. "I did not think I would ever see you again. I have missed you so much."

Mira watched, still sitting there in the grass. She expected that soon they would forgive one another. She thought for sure that just seeing each other again would reignite the love in their hearts, and they would forget everything else.

"...How did you know I would be here?"

Aden looked at her, his confusion soon turning to frustration. "I got your letter.. You said you would be here." upon seeing the lack of recognition in her eyes, he looked down to Mira, who was beginning to grow nervous. Kylee's eyes then drifted to her as well, and Mira understood that she would need to explain.

"You love each other! Why.. Why are you pushing each other away? Kylee. I know you love him. And I can see it in his eyes that he loves you too!"

Kylee took her hands from Aden, and looked at him. "You did not come because you wanted to? Only because of a letter you thought I wrote?" 

"What difference does it make? Does it not still mean the same thing? I came here, because I wanted to tell you that I l-"

Kylee raised her voice. "DIFFERENCE?! You had to be asked to come here. I had to write to you. To appeal to you. What did you think would happen, Aden? Did you think I would just run off with you? Did you think our problems would disappear?"

"I THOUGHT you would hear what I had to say." He yelled, "I thought you would come home!"

Kylee turned to run, but Mira grabbed her by the arm. "You should not have done this. You should have stayed out of it, Mira."

Mira let her go, and stood as she and Aden watched Kylee run away. Mira looked at Aden, and saw the sadness in his eyes. 

"Why did you do this?"

"Because people who are in love should not settle for second best. And because... Even though you both want each other, you are both so very strong.. And it is keeping you apart."

Instead of being angry, Aden put his arm around Mira. She was growing cold, and he saw her shivering. "Well then I suppose I will have to grow some weakness."

Mira rode back to the palace with Aden, all the while talking about Kylee. He was going to appeal to her in a way he never had before. He was going to ask her to be his wife. 



Kylee's Story Ch. 07



Alone.

That was the only way to describe how Kylee felt. She also felt foolish; here was Aden, the love of her life, asking her to come home. Home. But instead of saying yes, she was caught up in her emotions. Afraid to leave the only safe thing she had ever known, angry at Mira for forcing her back together with Aden (even if it was for just a few moments), sad that she hadn't set her pride aside and told Aden how much she loved him... Yes. So of course, the only thing she saw fitting was to run. Run, before all her emotions came bubbling to the surface in the form of more tears. She had shed far too many of those.

The weekend was coming to a fast close, and tonight she would marry Thomas. Once again, she stood in front of the mirror, watching herself. There were a few customs she was still trying to wrap her mind around; greetings she would speak, names to remember, and of course, she had to memorize her speech.

"Ma'am, you must dress soon. The ceremony starts in only two hours, and you have not even been bathed and oiled!"

Kylee turned to the girl, who was obviously very anxious. "You sound more nervous than me.."

"This is only my first time preparing someone for a wedding, and I do not want to make any mistakes." The girl, only about fifteen, stared at the floor. "Do you love him? People say things about you. They say you shouldn't be marrying him. But I think.. Well, it doesn't matter what I think."

Kylee stepped closer and sat on the bench nearby. She had been so used to people treating her harshly, so used to having her guard up. This girl had spoken to her without sounding as though she was prejudiced against her. Perhaps that was what gave Kylee the nerve to ask; "What do you think?"

The girl looked up, and her grey eyes met with Kylee's golden ones. "I think that if you love someone, nothing else matters. I believe...," the girl quieted her voice, "...everyone has the right to that kind of happiness." They sat in quiet for a short while; Kylee, absorbing the wise words of the young girl, the girl fearing the silence. "So? Do you love him?"

"I love many things about him."

"But do you love him?"

"... Well, I suppose I'm not sure." Kylee furrowed her brow, feeling her heart beat a mile a minute. "But let that be a secret between us?"

The girl smiled at her, and nodded. Then she started off towards the bath. "But either way, you must be ready for the ceremony."

~*~*~ The day before..

"I am so sorry for everything I've done.. No. Wait. I... I am so very deeply sorry for the way things have taken turn.. No." Aden had been practicing the way he would tell Analeigh his decision. How do you tell a woman that you cannot marry her because you are in love with someone else? He had considered simply writing her, but he thought that would be rude. No, this he would do correctly, and everything else that followed. He was tired of making mistakes.

An hour later he had arrived at Analeigh's home. He released her servants from the task of kissing his feet and guiding him. He knew where he was going. 

As he approached the main dining hall, he stilled himself. He took two deep breaths and entered the room. Analeigh stood in the corner, her back to him. He cleared his throat and watched as she jumped and a movement occurred under her skirt. Her dress today was rather large- it seemed to puff out on the bottom as if she had put on ten skirts instead of just one. He lifted his brow and began to speak, but was cut off by her words.

"Aden, what finds you here? I was not expecting company.. least of all our king. Is something wrong?" Guilt found it's place in her eyes as she turned around, and Aden did not miss it.

"Would you come closer? I would like to talk to you."

She stood still, panic written all over her face. "I can't. My legs.. I fear doubt has set in, and in my fear I cannot move." Her eyes found a place on the floor and stared; her own reflection looking back at her from the black marble tiles. Aden took a step closer, then noticed a her skirt moved, yet again.

He smiled. "Are you hiding something? Under your skirt? I can see that something is wrong, but I cannot place it. Please. Tell me what you are hiding under there."

Ana looked up from her reflection and met his gaze. She started to lift her skirt, then asked that he "Please.. close the door."

Aden turned, and stepped back, closing the large door. When he turned back around, he watched as a girl slipped from beneath Ana's skirt. Ana began to cry, and the girl stood and excused herself to the corner, her back to the room to shield her face. "I.. I don't know what to say. This is rather embarrassing, really."

Instead of the anger and disgust she expected, joy filled Aden's eyes, and suddenly the room was filled with his laughter. As Ana tried to determine if the laughter was good or bad, Aden began to cough. tears filled eyes before he eventually stood upright to speak. He wiped his face and held his hand over his mouth. "Do you like women?"

Ana's eyes filled with shame, and soon, tear started to well up within them. 

"No, no. Don't cry. I am not angry. I'm not angry at all, actually." Ana looked up at him, confused. He came closer, and held her face in his hands. "Do not worry. You can tell me."

Words could not find their place on her tongue, and so she simply nodded. "She has been my lover for three years."

"Your lover..? So you are in love?"

Again, she nodded. This time, looking over to her lover and gesturing her to come near. "Her name is Jiordanne. She is my best friend. And she is the love of my life. But I cannot marry her. And my parents would not condone this relationship. So, we have hidden our love. Aden, I cannot marry you."

Aden smiled, then began to frown. "I came here to say just that."

"You came to break the engagement? Why?"

"Because I, too, am in love with another woman. And I need to ask her hand in marriage. She means to me, everything that Jiordanne means to you. And until just minutes ago, I was worried that I may break you heart. Now, I see that your heart is already invested."

Aden squeezed her hand, and kissed her cheek. He then kissed her lover's hand before turning to leave. "Will you not tell anyone? I can't imagine what I would do if-"

"Not a soul. Love is sacred. I wish you all the best."

With Ana out of the way, he had only now to convince Kylee to come back to him.

~*~*~

Kylee sat in the window, the evening breeze gently caressing her face. She smiled at the smell of wildflowers and honeysuckle. She was no longer feeling the mix of terrifying emotions she had felt the night before. Tonight, she was feeling gladness. At this time tomorrow, she would be a happily married woman. She would have a man that loves her, a life of ease, and beauty, and she would never have to know real fear again.

She would have kept feeling this way had she not had a knock at the door. "Yes?"

The door opened, and a little boy, no more than ten, stood with a letter. "I have a letter from a man. He says for you to read it, and then come outside."

Kylee walked over to the little boy, smiling at his innocence. Thomas was ever the romantic. "Thank you, sir. I will do just that."

She read the note, which asked that she meet him in five minutes on the bridge at the River Quell. 'A popular place to meet, these days,' she thought, and headed for the door.

As she walked up the bridge, she was surprised to see that she had beaten him there. She looked down at the water, and the way the stars shone brightly in it. 'Amazing, how bright even the night can be.' 

Before she could lift her head to look for him again, she felt something cover her eyes. She jumped, startled, as the material was tied behind her head. "Thomas, you surprise me. What is this about? I must say it is very romantic, even if it is a bit frightening."

Aden frowned at hearing her speak another man's name. But then, he remembered his course. He turned her to face him, and slowly brought his mouth down to hers. This kiss, unlike so many others was tender. She moaned softly, and felt herself grow dizzy. Thomas had never kissed her with this sort of desire before. He allowed his mouth to hover over hers for just a moment, before pecking first her top, then bottom lip. Then, he pulled her into him, and with his other hand, held her cheek. He wanted to tell her it was him. He wanted her to kiss him back, knowing that it was he who held her in his arms. He leaned in to her, his mouth just beside her ear. "I love you," he whispered.

He felt her stiffen in his arms, and she lifted her hands to remove the blindfold. She knew it was not Thomas. That voice.. It was the voice she had heard saying those very same words in her dreams. It was unmistakeable. As the blindfold went over her head, she set her eyes upon him. There were no words. Usually she would be full of things to say, but this night, things were different. The two stood, drinking each other in. Kylee opened her mouth, then slowly closed it. What could she say?

"I love you, Kylee. I have been a fool, all this time. I was so afraid of what people might think that I lost myself. And I lost you. I'm here because I needed to tell you that. I had to tell you that you are everything I want." Aden looked into her eyes, then, slipped down to take a knee. "This is all so backwards. If I were a wiser man, I'd have said this months ago... Kylee, I am not going to marry Analeigh. I know now that I cannot give what is not mine. From the first night we met, my heart has been yours. Please, let me give my life to you as well."

Shock.

Absolute shock.

"Aden, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear those words. But I am supposed to marry Thomas tomorrow."

Aden looked up at her, disappointment written all over his face. "I know. But I know that he does not kiss you the way that I do. He does not need you the way that I do." He came to his feet and wrapped his arms around her. Surprisingly, Kylee melted into his embrace, her arms finding their way around his waist. "While I do not doubt that he loves you, I know that his love is not mine. Please, just think about it. I know it would be hard for you to leave him, but I cannot see myself with anyone else. It may be selfish of me, but I believe you know it to be true; we belong together." He kissed her forehead and took a step back.

"Aden, what am I supposed to do?" Her eyes begged him for an answer, her arms folded across her chest. "I have never known more hardships than I have seen with you. How can I know that you won't change your mind? How do I give up something certain to be with someone who scares me the way you do?"

"I suppose you will have to trust me.." Aden leaned in and kissed her again. "If you decide to marry Thomas, I guess I will have to understand. But I hope you do not. I pray for it."

Aden turned and walked away, down the bridge to the horse that was tied to a tree. She watched as he mounted and rode off, and suddenly she realized that she had less than a day to chose between two perfect men.

~*~*~

Her dress fit perfectly. Her eyes shone brightly through her bangs, which she had decided to cut at the last minute. "I feel silly. I think I look like a child.. What do you think?"

"What do I know? ...I think you look beautiful. I also think you're not really worried about your hair. Is it what we discussed earlier?"

"I think I could love Thomas, but what if I can't?" Kylee fought back the tears and looked at the girl.

"...You love someone else. You love.. The king."

Kylee nodded, "I do."

"Well, the ceremony begins in a few minutes. What are you doing here?" The girl smiled brightly, and hugged Kylee. I knew it. I knew that you loved him. After all, I saw the two of you last night.."

"You saw?! Was anyone else there? No, this is terrible. Please, tell me you did not mention it to anyone else." Kylee was standing now, pacing back and forth, her hand closed over her mouth.

"Relax, I was the only person who saw. And I did not tell anyone."

The girl hugged Kylee, and whispered, "If you do not marry the man you love.. Will you be happy?"

Kylee rushed out of the room, down the stairs, and out of the manner. She darted across the field until she could see where everyone was gathered. She saw Thomas, only moments away from taking his place.

It was not her loud breathing, or the sound of her feet thrashing through the grass... it was the fact that everyone sitting in their seats had turned; that was what caught Thomas' attention. His bride was running to him. He grew nervous, and in his haste to privatize the news he felt coming, he ran to meet her part-way.

"Darling, what are you doing? You are causing everyone to stir. Is everything ok?" He took the pause in conversation to catch his breath, resting his hands on his knees. The whole time, his eyes never left hers. "What is it?"

Kylee looked at him, then down at her feet. She looked at the extravagant gown she was wearing, the gown he had bought her only days ago. She winced at the thought of the price- she would have to repay him somehow. "I can't. I am so sorry, Thomas. But I can't."

Thomas looked behind him at the crowd of people, all staring, waiting, watching for some sign. "Listen, I know you're nervous, but it will be fine. They'll get to know you. Really, I know you're scared, but.."

"No, that's just it, Thomas. I know they will forgive my past. But I don't care. I can't marry you because... Because I fell in love a year ago with a stranger in a library." Thomas raised his brow in confusion. "The man that I fell in love with, well, he's got this hold on my heart. And I won't make a liar of myself by saying that I don't like it. You are such an amazing man, Thomas. But I can't marry you when I'm already invested in someone else."

"Kylee, this is embarrassing." His face grew bright red as he allowed his eyes to graze over his guests once again. "You're kidding. You are kidding. Right? This is a jest of some horrible sort? I will not go and tell my guests that my bride is running off with another man!" His voice began to rise, and for the first time, Kylee saw darkness in his eyes.

She began to step back from him, and Thomas reached out to grab her arm. "Let me go, Thomas. You do not mean to do this."

"Everyone called you a whore, and a money seeking servant.. I tried to make something of you, Kylee. My efforts will not go in vain."

Kylee pulled harder at her arm, but to no avail. "You do not mean the things you say. You are angry. I understand that. But you MUST let me go now."

"Who do you think you a to tell me the things I must do? Did I not give you anything you wanted? What did you need that I could not give? Or was it just the way that he bed you..." Kylee's eyes began to water, and she pulled harder and harder trying to break free. "Yes, that must have been it. He bed you like the dirty little harlot you are. Is that the mistake that I made?"

That was it. Before she had even thought it through, her foot connected with Thomas' groin, and he let out a yelp that had the men cringing in their seats. "No. The mistake was mine- in ever thinking you were a good man." Kylee removed the ring he had given her, and threw it at him.

She turned and headed for the stables. She knew that if she rode hard enough, she could make it to the palace before too late.

Thomas stood and brushed himself off, then looked to the crowd. "Well? Why are you still here? Go home! All of you!"

~*~*~

Right now, she would be drinking champagne, dancing, and greeting her guests. Aden sighed and threw another pebble into the water. He had never appreciated the garden until she came. Never really appreciated anything. Now, here he was, completely alone with only the sound of splashing water and crickets to accompany him. The sunset had been beautiful, and all that was left were the traces of light that the sun had left in the sky, the pinkish purplish hues blending with the oncoming darkness.

He had hoped that the things he said last night would have gotten to her; that her love for him would win over her mind. But he was wrong to think this. After all, he had not always exactly treated with the most kind of actions. It was entirely too difficult, their relationship. But he thought that opening his heart to her was the solution to all their problems.

He sat on the ground and pulled his legs up to fold against his chest. Life would go on. She would be happy, and he would find a way to be happy for her. She deserved that much. As he hugged his legs, he rested his head on his knee. For the first time since childhood, he began to cry- really cry. His eleventh hour attempt was fruitless. What would he do now?

He was so engrossed in his own feelings, he did not hear the horse approaching. It felt like his imagination, when he heard her speak.

"Well. Here I am, on a white horse, coming to save my prince, and I find you here, like this."

"Yea, well-" Aden's eyes shot open and his heart rate sped up. "Its not easy waiting for my knight in shining, you know?"

Kylee smiled when he spun around to face her. "No," tears that she didn't even know she was holding back rushed down her face, "it's not. I should know."

Aden ran over to her, lifting her from the horse, and setting her on the ground. "You waited a long time for me to rescue you."

"I did. But you always found a way. Aden, I am so, so, sorry..i can't believe how-" Aden lowered his mouth to hers and captured from her a kiss filled with sweetness.

"This was all my fault. Had I been a braver man, I would have told you how I felt long ago." He pulled her tightly against him, her arms around his neck, and his around her waist. He smelled her hair, and the mixture of lavender and chamomile that seemed to always rest there. "I am a braver man now, and wiser too. And I have you to thank for that."

"I have another deal for you." Aden leaned back, to look into her eyes. Her eyes had become puffy, and he figured his must have had a similar look. "I will come back to the palace, but you must promise me some things first."

"Anything," he said, no hesitation in his response.

"You must promise to tell me every day that you love me."

"I promise."

"And you must always be the man you are today- humble, gentle, and honest."

"You have my word as king. But I need something from you, too." He slipped down to his knees, and dug into his pocket. "You have to promise you will never run away from me in anger again," his hand came from his pocket displaying a bright ring. Even in the dark of the night, it shone brightly, as if it stole the light from each of the stars. "and you have to promise, that for the rest of our lives, we will wake up next to each other. No matter what."

Kylee nodded, as Aden slipped the ring on her finger. "I love you so much, my king."

Aden smiled and hugged her legs. Suddenly, he pulled her down to the ground with him, laughing and giggling the while way down. As she collapsed on top of him, he stroked her cheek. "And I love you, Kylee."

His hand snaked up her leg under her dress, grabbing hold of her supple bottom. He groaned, remembering the pleasures they had already shared, and thinking about all the ones to come. She leaned in to kiss him, the kiss becoming a frantic mesh of tongues and teeth. 

He flipped her over and held her hands over her head in one of his large hands. Kylee bit her lip, and he looked down at her, devouring her with his eyes. "And please...," a sinister smile covered his face. "Call me Aden."