NOTE: zero historical accuracy

No matter what happened in the room, my eyes never strayed from Princess Lily. Not only because it was my duty to observe, but also out of sheer pleasure of being in her presence. Usually I’d be observing nothing short of impeccable manners from my lady, yet today she slumped her shoulders. Across from her was a new suitor, invited by our majesty to dinner in order to discuss the business of marriage. He seemed to be a fine gentleman, at least he was younger than the last. 

“How do you occupy your time?” Lord Emund asked the princess. Lily kept her eyes downcast for several moments, seemingly forgetting every lesson we reviewed on sustaining a charming presence. Lord Emund eyed his majesty. 

“My darling daughter is amazing with a needle and thread, aren’t you, dear?” 

“Yes, father,” Lily muttered. 

“Raise your voice to be heard,” the king hardened his gaze. My lady repeated herself in a more appropriate volume, still lacking the placating smile that the men expected. 

Not wanting to cause a stir in front of his guest, the king shifted his focus back to Lord Emund. He listed the princess’ attractive attributes: her etiquette training, the languages she spoke, her age. Lord Emund’s smile grew as he listened, pleased with the product that the king described. 

When they began discussion of her dowry, Princess Lily set down her utensils and quietly rose from her seat. I took the queue and followed in suit as she made her way back to her chambers. Out in the hall, her stride grew. 

“I’ll be needing a bath, Camelia,” Lily commented without even looking back.

“Of course, my lady,” I replied. 

I prepared the hottest water that her skin could bear and dropped in some lavender for soothing. Lily sat on the edge of her bed, only standing once I grew near to allow me to unrobe her. 

“You can relax your face now, my lady,” I reminded her. 

“Hardly,” she clipped. 

“You may not find him agreeable but that does not mean you can forget your manners.” Relieved of her dress, Lily stood in her chemise. Nobody except Lily could make such a plain garment made of long, light linen look so alluring. She swept around to face me. 

“He doesn’t deserve that consideration,” her eyebrows furrowed. While I studied her pursed lips, my hands wandered up to her shoulders and squeezed. 

“Always keep your shoulders back, my lady.” I reminded her. 

She sighed. 

My gaze remained steady as I finished removing the last layer of clothing and setting it aside to be washed. I busied myself until she called for me. It was sooner than expected. 

“Yes, my lady?”

“Scrub Lord Emund’s gaze from my skin, would you?” The heat seemed hardly effective at easing her stiff demeanor.

“Of course,” I grabbed the rag and knelt beside the tub. Beginning at her arms I took one in hand and rubbed the coarse cloth over smooth skin. She kept her eyes closed and head leaned back. Staying above the water I worked over her chest with less pressure, going around each nipple and massaging the tissue. Lily feigned nonchalance though her bit lip said it all. 

“Lean forward.”

She obliged, allowing me to finish her back and direct my attention below the water’s surface. I moved swiftly down her stomach and around the area between her legs. When I moved to her thighs sooner than she liked, Lily whined. 

“Won’t you please?” Lily pouted. 

Silently, I retraced my steps without the rag and my fingers felt for her clit. It had already grown several inches and slightly stiffened. I stroked her to get it up to full mast. Her cheeks flushed further despite the dropping temperature of the water. Small sighs escaped between her lips. 

As I picked up speed, the water began to shift. Her moans mixed with every breath, and I knew she was ready to unleash. So I stopped. 

Despite her flustered protests, I continued with my work of scrubbing down her legs and shooing away her hand when she tried reaching down. 

“Now get out before the water reaches freezing,” I said. 

Dried off, my lady made her way to bed. I resumed the night routine, lighting the flame at her bedside and turning towards the dresser. A hand grasped my wrist before I could step away. “Yes, my lady?”

Lily’s eyes were pleading. 

As if I hadn’t already given in, I asked, “what can I do for you?”

“Would you, perhaps, lay with me?” I raised an eyebrow waiting for her to finish. “On top, please,” she whispered. 

“As you wish.”

Her excitement hadn’t let down. Not even in the time I took to remove my undergarments. I could feel her stare. Her fists balled at her sides, resisting temptation to touch. 

“Go ahead,” I said once I straddled her on the bed. Instead of herself, she reached for my thighs. Squeezing them and pulling them up to get me in position. Then she grabbed her shaft and paused. 

“May I? Let me guide it in? My cock?” She raised her hips to bump against my entrance. 

“Of course,” I leaned forward to kiss her forehead. Lily smiled and positioned herself. When her hips rose, I welcomed her inch by inch inside me. At the base, she sighed with relief. I lowered my hips to pin hers beneath me. Lily’s hands reached up to grip my waist, encouraging me to move. 

“Now now, I’ll do more than just warm you on one condition,” I held eye contact, “next time you meet with a suitor, you’ll fully employ all those etiquette lessons I put you through.” She whined in discontent. 

“Camelia,” she drew out the syllables of my name. “Please move already.”

It had been a few days since I’d allowed this sort of coupling, I knew she was more than just eager. She needed this. Needed me. 

“Promise.”

“I don’t, I mean,” she hesitated, so I squeezed around her. “Fine! Yes, I promise!”

“Good girl,” I smiled. Planting my knees on the bed and gripping her headboard, I set a rapid pace of my hips. Bringing them up and down the princess’ clit, overwhelming her with pleasure. She throbbed with need. 

“Yes,” she panted, “just like that.”

For a few thrusts, she met my hips halfway. Her skin gleamed in the candlelight, and I savored the sight. 

The shine in her eyes, the movement of her breasts, the sounds of her moans, I filed it all away in my mind. It was a treasure. For me alone to witness, until the day she is wed. 

“Camelia,” she dragged out every syllable, this time in delight. 

I breathed heavily to keep pace. Ignoring her nails digging into my flesh as she neared her release.

“Do it,” I encouraged, “finish inside me.”

Her lips parted with the loudest moan as she pulled me down to take her cock completely. Finally, the tension in her face eased as did the muscles down her body. I rested while she finished pumping me full. I couldn’t resist gently pushing the stray hairs off her face. 

“Content?”

“Very,” she responded with a blissful smile. I spent a moment brushing her hair with my fingertips before I let her slip out of me. My inner thighs rapidly grew slick. I managed not to leak onto the floorboards before I could pull my undergarments back on. 

Getting a wet rag, I returned to find my lady half asleep. She startled at the cloth on her skin, then settled back down into the pillows with her eyes closed. Once I’d finished wiping her clean, I added the rag to the laundry pile and finished dressing myself. 

Before I left her chambers, I placed a gentle kiss upon her forehead. I hoped she wouldn’t forget her promise. I blew out the final candle and heard a whisper.

“Camelia?” 

One final plea.

I held her face and used the darkness to hide the kiss I placed upon her lips. Neither spoke of this, we never do. 

One day we will have to stop this foolish behavior. For now, we shall see what tomorrow brings us.