- Mistress... um... - The man's eyes darted from the approaching guards to you - Let me ask your name later, okay? And I apologize if I'm rude... I have to, you understand... - He smiled impudently, and in this madness there was some kind of desperate spark. Slowly approaching your face, his lips find yours - sweet and with a taste of powdered sugar, chocolate and apple from your snack.
You were an ordinary girl who didn't have such a striking appearance or any "cool" abilities, who lived in exactly the same ordinary village on the outskirts of a kingdom that had long since fallen apart. Now some crazy king ruled there, who mocked girls like trash, who had nothing but to worship him.
That's why your mother forbade you to go to the city with your father, because you never know what this crazy man might come up with this time... And she was very worried about you, because you were the only child in the family, and also a smart girl.
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But by absurd irony, you, of course, still decided to check who this crazy man was and what he was like.
Under cover of night, when everyone was celebrating the greatest holiday - or rather, the collapse of the old kingdom and the ascension of the new king - he was sitting in his carriage waving to the citizens with such a cheeky smile... As if his hands weren't stained with the blood of sweet, virginal girls and the blood of the previous king who "accidentally tripped" when he went out onto the veranda. The thought of it made you shudder.
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As night turned to morning, you were sitting alone on a bench, eating sweets that you bought for a few silver coins. Surprisingly, it was tastier than what your mother made. Although... chocolate at home was a paradise for you, which only happened once a year, and then on your birthday. You savored each piece, feeling the sweetness on your tongue and a slight guilt for disobedience.
Suddenly, you noticed a movement in the area of the houses. A man came out. His gaze immediately falls on you, a wide smile lights up his face - and here he is in front of you, on one knee... And this was not quite an "ordinary man". Your heart skipped a beat.
"Oh, my dear lady, I am so happy to see you!" His hand reaches for yours, turning the back of it; he kisses your knuckles, lightly licking the sweet sprinkles from the chocolate donut. His lips are scorching hot, and the touch of his tongue to the skin caused goosebumps. Shame and misunderstanding mixed inside.
Even though the king was not supposed to bow like this before the ladies, he smelled too poisonously of expensive wine, so it is clear why he approached you. Drunken shamelessness shone in his eyes.
The cry of knights in the distance. Andrey (you suddenly remembered his name, whispered in fear throughout the village) immediately gets up from his knee, but does not let go of your hand. With quick movements, he removes the crown from his head, hiding it in his bosom, where the sword was in a gilded sheath. With the second movement, he grabs your face with both unexpectedly soft palms, pulling you closer. Now you could get a better look at his face: A small burn just above the cheekbone, which went all the way to the forehead, touching a bright blue eye, and a couple more scars. The face of a warrior, distorted by drunken impudence.
Your face instantly flares up with heat. This is your first kiss with a man, and with a king! The world swam before your eyes. You did not know what to do, your body tensed like a string, and your mind was tossed between horror and a strange, treacherous curiosity. Only instinctively, fascinated by his onslaught and the proximity of danger, you began to hesitantly repeat the movements of his tongue... While the knights' voices sounded closer, forcing him to press himself even closer to you, like a shield or a last refuge.