More Than A Princess

Prince Henry of Penshire

He was tall, dark and handsome. 

She has to give him that. 

If she was any simpering maiden princess, she would have swoon at his feet when he strode into the sitting room commandingly as if he owns it. His charm was literally oozing off him while Jinna walked in timidly behind him. 

Lyvia sat up self-consciously. Her mother’s admonishments of slouching and letting her belly protrude ringing in her ears. She pasted what she hoped was a pleasant smile on her face. 

“Princess. It is my honour that you have chosen to meet me out of the many other princes who were here today,” his deep baritone voice rang out as he stopped before her and bowed, his wavy flaxen hair falling over his forehead.

He brushed his hair aside and proceeded to sit beside her. 

She glanced around for Jinna and noticed her trying to blend into the background, near the door. Before she could call out to Jinna to sit with them, the prince grasped her hands.

“Princess, you are so much more beautiful up close,” he said, looking into her eyes. They did not even stray down to her breasts. She has seen her fair share of princes who addressed her breasts instead of her at the hall earlier today. 

This confirmed it. He must be gay, she thought. 

“Er, ok, Prince Henry, so…er…what do you like to do in your free time?” she asked as she tried to extricate her hands from his large, surprisingly soft and smooth, hands. 

Ugh. 

She hated small talk. 

She never knew what to say or how to react. And the touching. Who gave him the right to hold her hands? 

As if sensing her discomfort, he released her hands and sat back. 

He flashed her a rueful grin. 

“I don’t get to do much at home. I am the only heir so my parents were kind of protective, you know?” he said. 

“I wanted to go on a quest and fight dragons but they forbade it. I can’t even practise my sword skills without them meddling and ordering my practise partners not to harm me,” he added, rolling his eyes. 

“But enough about me. What about you? What do you like Princess?” he turned to her, smiling. 

Surprised by his change in demeanour and sudden friendliness, Lyvia eyed him warily. 

“Er…the usual things that princesses do, you know…sewing, dancing and that sort,” she lied and shrugged, although she almost blurted out “I know right?” when he mentioned wanting to go on a quest and fighting dragons.

He raised an eyebrow and sat up towards her. 

“Hmmm…you don’t look like the sewing, dancing type,” he said.

She almost blushed despite herself. 

How did that prince figure this out about her? Or was he testing her?

She decided to go for honesty.

She threw up her hands, as if in defence.

“Okay, you got me. I don’t like to sew and I can’t dance to save my life. I totally understand when you said you want to go on quests and fight dragons because that is what I wanted!” she blurted out. 

This elicited a deep, throaty laugh from the prince. He has such a deep, warm laugh, she almost feel like she was sliding into a warm vat of hot chocolate.

“Oh Princess! We are indeed made for each other! We should get married and go on quests together. We can train together and fight dragons together,” he said as he grasped her hands once again. 

A frisson of something travelled down her nape and spine. Was it fear? Or desire? 

She lets him hold her hands and marvelled at how large his hands appeared on hers. She did not know how to reply to his proposition. 

Did she finally find someone who understands her?

“Truly, Princess. You should consider our marriage. We shall be so happy together. I can finally get away from my overbearing parents and I am sure, you are dying to get away from yours too!” he persisted when she didn’t respond. 

He gave her a conspiratorial wink. 

“But, don’t we have to live with your parents at your palace when we are married?” she asked, puzzled. 

If he is the heir of his kingdom, it meant he will ascend the throne one day so obviously they have to continue living in his parents’ palace.

He dropped her hands and sighed. 

He rubbed his forehead and cheeks as if in distress. Then he looked at her, his royal blue eyes piercing into hers.

“Look. Don’t question everything. I am offering you an escape from this boring palace and boring sewing and boring dancing. Don’t you want to escape all these?” he asked, an ominous tone in his voice.

“But what do you get out of this?” she asked in return, not in the least intimidated by his change in demeanour and tone. 

This dude is definitely a piece of work. He switches tone and character more than a simpering princess changes gowns and speedier too, she thought to herself. 

He grabbed her hands and in one strong tug, pulled her onto his lap. 

That was no mean feat as she is no tiny, petite, light-as-a-feather maiden princess. Startled and out of her elements, Lyvia lay splayed across his lap like, her skirts flying up and stunned.

“What are you doing??!! How dare y…” she gasped as she tried to get up but he held her down with one hand while the other grabbed her breasts, fondling them roughly, a thumb rubbing her n*****s over the thick gown. 

Despite her protests, her n*****s hardened under his touch. She gasped in anger and struggled under his rough, roaming hands.

“I am checking my wares. I need to make sure these are real, and yes, they are real, it will do,” he said cruelly before releasing her breasts, his other hand still holding her in a vice grip on his lap.

She felt a burgeoning lump through her gown on her back as he pushed her skirts up and grabbed her crotch. She struggled and tried to close her legs but to no avail.

“So, are you still a virgin? I guess I will have to see, hmm?” he muttered as he pushed aside her underwear and roughly dipped his fingers inside her. 

Breathless with fear, she tried to scream but could not utter a sound. She struggled and kicked, trying to free herself as his fingers continued to invade her relentlessly. 

“Ah…fight as much as you want princess, you are so warm and soft and wet, just the way I like it, are you enjoying this, hmmm?” he whispered into her ears. He removed his fingers and licked them. 

“You taste delicious. I can’t wait to taste more,” he licked his lips and went back to plundering his fingers into her. He groaned in pleasure even as she struggled even more. 

Tears spilled over her cheeks. She had never felt so violated. She turned to search for Jinna and found that her handmaiden was no where to be seen. They were all alone in the sitting room. 

Just as suddenly, he withdrew his hands and dropped her unceremoniously on the floor. 

“I suppose we have to wait for our wedding night to go further, Princess,” he said and wiped his fingers on his pants. 

Humiliated, violated and furious, she scrambled up and kicked his swollen groin. Just as he doubled up in pain, she ran for the doors and swung it open. Jinna was standing outside, shocked to see her tear-stained face, disheveled hair and gown. 

“What happened princess? I went out to give you and the prince some privacy,” she said.

Not wasting any time, she grabbed Jinna’s hands and ran, as much as her annoying constrictive gown could allow. 

She could hear the lecherous prince getting up. He is definitely NOT gay. She doesn’t want him to catch up to her. 

They did not even get to the end of the corridor before they heard the prince coming out of the sitting room and bellowing for her. 

“Princess! We are not done! Don’t think you can get away from me, we are getting married whether you like it or not. I have laid my claims, you are soiled goods now, you are mine,” he shouted as he stomped towards them. 

“What did he mean princess? What happened?” Jinna gasped.

“Ignore him, he’s a lusty dirty oaf!” Lyvia said as they turned the corner and headed to the nearest door and swung it open. 

It was the door leading to the gardens. Good. All the better to escape the lusty not-gay prince. Lyvia released Jinna and gathered her gowns up above her knees. She kicked off her uncomfortable shoes and ran, while shouting for Jinna to follow her. 

“But, but princess…lets just get the guards to help,” Jinna pleaded, breathing heavily and barely keeping up with her. 

“No, no we don’t have time for that. Let’s just hide somewhere first so that I can think of a better plan,” Lyvia replied as she sped up.

“Oh Princess! You can’t run from me! I will tell the King and Queen that we had a passionate afternoon and there is no turning back,” the not-gay prince shouted at her, close behind them. 

She gritted her teeth in fury. She had half a mind to turn back and give him another kick on his family jewels so that he will never ever be able to use it again. 

“Oh dear princess! Did you lose your virginity to him?” Jinna gasped in shock, her steps faltering. 

Lyvia glanced at her but did not stop.

“No, don’t listen to him, he’s a liar! Let’s just run first,” she growled. Jinna did not reply but complied and followed her. 

They are now in the rose garden. They only needed to get past it to get to the maze hedges. She used to have so much fun going around the maze, she knew every turn, every nook and cranny like the back of her hands. 

They turned another corner, the last of the rose bushes and they were in the maze. Without slowing down, Lyvia dropped her gown and grabbed for Jinna, pulling her along.

“Come on Jinna! You must keep on running, gad knows what he will do to you if he caught you,” she said in between breaths, speeding up their pace. 

She made a right turn, then a left and another left before they stopped to catch their breath. All was silent behind them.

“Phew…I think he won’t be able to find us here for a while yet,” Lyvia said, sliding down to the dirt ground, her gown billowing up around her. Annoyed, she tear at it and managed to pull off several layers, leaving ragged wisps of velvet and lace over a long cream satin layer with a white cotton petticoat underneath. 

She threw the thick swath of velvet and lace confection to the side and sighed. The bodice was still constrictive and she could barely breathe but at least she’s not covered in thick layers of velvet. 

She turned her back to Jinna. 

“Can you loosen the bodice for me please? I can barely breathe in this,” she said.

Jinna was silent but she felt her trembling hands moving to loosen her bodice. A few minutes later, she felt the material loosen as her waist and belly spread out in relieve. 

 She took a gulping breath. 

“That felt good!” she said but there was no response from Jinna. She turned to look at Jinna but the woman had gotten up and was pacing, wringing her hands. Silent tears trickling down her pale cheeks.

“Oh no no no…the queen will not be happy…on no…what do we do…” she was muttering, not looking at Lyvia. 

Lyvia scrambled up and went to console her when suddenly the ground gave way and she began to fall. Everything blurred around her, she felt her head hit something and darkness descended.