Callan settled into life in Vernia with surprising ease. After Lyvia introduced him as a prince from JorvTown, he was given his own suite of rooms in the palace, a posse of servants and a wardrobe of new silk and brocade royal attire. The first few days after arriving in Vernia was a flurry of activities. He agreed to pose as a prince seeking for Princess Lyvia’s hand and the King and Queen seemed to like him almost immediately.
They had approved of his “proposal” which Lyvia had made up and set about arranging for a grand royal wedding. The wedding is in three days and Callan was now nervous. He has not seen Lyvia or Jinna or even Henry since Lyvia dragged him to see the King and Queen. He was kept busy with fittings for clothes and being shown around the grounds and the kingdom. He rather enjoyed the carriage rides around Vernia and had admired the vast greenery and large expanses of lakes. It looked so much more beautiful in real life compared to the images he admired from his screen.
Not for the first time, he tried to conjure a spark of magic but nothing happened. He even went back to the palace gardens to check if the rift was still there but it was no longer there. He didn’t know how to get back and not sure if he wanted to go back. He could definitely get used to this life of luxury and royalty. It was a new thing to have servants at his every beck and call.
He was just fitted for the wedding attire and a few servants had stood around waiting for his orders. He didn’t know what to do now. The play acting as a prince for the first few days was fun but now, he wasn’t so sure if he didn’t make a mistake. Surely, the King and Queen would expect him to take Lyvia back with him to his “kingdom” after the wedding. The problem now is that he doesn’t know how to go back and he doesn’t really want to marry Lyvia. He was wildly attracted to her, he still get hard thinking of the night she seduced him, but that was not enough to marry someone.
He was tempted to ask one of the servants to get Lyvia for him but wondered if it was even allowed.
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Meanwhile, Lyvia was staring at her reflection in disgust. The royal couturier had made her a perfectly ghastly confection of a wedding gown. She wouldn’t be seen dead in that frilly, lacy confection that made her look like a huge white blob of a three-tiered cake, much less walk down the aisle with Callan.
At the thought of Callan, she sighed. She has not been able to see him since she introduced him to her parents. She told them a tale of how he was robbed on his way to their kingdom, his courtiers killed and he was left to die by the roadside. They were sympathetic and were not even in the least suspicious that they have never heard of a kingdom called JorvTown. When Lyvia declared that she intended to marry this mysterious Prince Callan, her parents were so happy they had immediately called for a royal wedding. They had then whisked Callan off to the other side of the palace to get him ready for the wedding. She is certain that they will have showered him with gifts and silks and clothes.
Now, the wedding will be in three days and she wondered what Callan was doing. She thought about him all the time and had satisfied herself thinking about him, stroking her wet needy moist centre till she climaxed at night, imagining it was him buried deep inside her.
Snapping back to the present, she told the couturier a firm no to the gown.
“This is horrifyingly UGLY. I will not get married in this, get this out of my sight,” she said as she tore at it and stepped out if it. She threw the confection at the couturier and huffed away, dressed only in her silk slip. She pulled on a long silk robe and sat on the stuffed settee in her room.
“Make sure you make me something elegant, not this ugly behemoth. I want elegance!” she ordered. She gestured for him to leave. The couturier gathered the tattered gown in his arms, bowed and left. Jinna came to placate her.
“Princess…it’s not that bad. You need to look like a princess for your wedding after all,” she said.
Lyvia rolled her eyes. She was so annoyed to be back in Vernia and its stifling palace life. She felt like she was a prisoner again. She noticed Jinna looking furtively around to make sure they are alone in the room.
“Look princess, maybe it is time to give up this ruse?” she said in a soft whisper. “Prince Henry has not left so it is not too late to marry him instead,” she added.
Lyvia got even more annoyed. Jinna has been nagging her incessantly to stop the act and marry Henry for the past few days. If she didn’t know better, she might think Jinna was paid handsomely to take Henry’s side. But she doesn’t believe Jinna would betray her. They grew up together and she has always given Jinna everything she needed or wanted.
“Come princess, I know where Prince Henry is, I will take you to him and maybe you will change your mind,” Jinna continued insistently. “He is staying in the same wing as Callan, he was asked to stay on as a guest for the wedding,” she added.
Lyvia perked up. If she followed Jinna, she will be able to find out where they kept Callan. She needed to see him and talk to him. She wanted to know how he was settling in and if he was up to running away with her after the wedding. She had no qualms at all marrying him. It would get her parents off her case and they can even run away without seeming like there were running away because her parents will think that she is following her husband back to his kingdom. It was the perfect escape plan!
“Okay, fine, I will go with you,” she said. She quickly changed into a proper gown, not bothering to wear her thick bloomers. Her gown was long and thick so it doesn’t matter if she is naked underneath anyway.
Jinna smiled in relief. For once, Lyvia is listening to sense. Jinna has been servicing Prince Henry over the last few days and as each day progresses, he was becoming more impatient and more cruel. Just yesterday, he had spanked her and entered her anally without warning. He did not bother to lubricate her or to stretch her passage to accept him. It hurt and yet it thrilled and excited her. He had pounded into her back passage so fast and hard that he came almost immediately, leaving her wanting more and unfulfilled. She can’t wait for the day she can go to Callan and let him make slow sweet love to her. She is certain that he will be a considerate and sweet lover.
She led Lyvia through the warren of passageways towards the other wing, where there were several suite of rooms often used to house the many princes that came visiting. She led the princess to Henry’s door that she was so familiar with by now. She gave it a tentative knock before opening it.
“Princess Lyvia here to visit Prince Henry,” she announced.
Henry was lounging on the settee bare chested, wearing only his tight pantaloons, and waiting for a timid female servant to feed him grapes. When he saw Lyvia, he sat up and gestured for the servant to leave. A lascivious smile filled his expression.
“Ah princess…finally!” he said as he moved towards them. He gave Jinna a look and she nodded imperceptibly.
“Come, lets sit down,” he said, strolling back to the settee. He gestured for Jinna to serve them drinks. She immediately complied.
“Here, princess, have some rose tea, it’s from my kingdom and so very good for your complexion,” Henry said pleasantly. He made no effort to touch the princess or even to sit near her. She eyed him suspiciously. He was behaving out of character and that was suspicious.
She accepted the cup he offered her and took a tiny sip. The moment the warm liquid slid down her throat, she began to feel dizzy and her vision began to blur.