The Queen & Her Knight

Chapter 15

"I won't tell anyone but are you sure there's nothing you can do to make it better?" You look at him concerned.

"I've got these pills that I should take when I feel it coming on. I don't always have them with me. They'll help me to not black out but for some reason, since I've met you, I've forgotten about this...this thing I have and all my worries has left me. You have some kind of hold on me that I can't explain. I act like a fool when I'm around you"

You blush but then a frown appears on your face. "But James, I need you to look after yourself, and if I'm the one causing this...then...then-"

He pulls you closer and kisses you to make you stop talking but it doesn't just do that for you. You feel your entire being craving his touch, begging for more. His lips gently caress yours and you feel every yearning in his touch. Then he put his forehead against yours with much restraint from him.

"Angel, you aren't the one that causes this disease. You're the one that takes the pain away. You're the one that heals me"

This time you kiss him and you feel your need for him deepens. Your kiss is urgent and filled with passion. You fell his hands grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. The thought of you healing him, make you want him even more. You move to straddle him and you sit on his arousal standing on attention. You feel the vibration of his groan on your lips. You slowly start to rock on the budge between your thighs and you hear him curse in your mouth.

"f**k, angel...I can't be a gentleman anymore...I need to be free to do to you what I've craved to do for so long...but only with your permission, milady?"

You take your hands and put it on the sides of his face, looking in his eyes. You've never wanted something so much. 

"James...be mine..."

He doesn't flinch, grabbing your thighs and wrapping your legs around him, taking you to your bed. He lifts you as if he's just standing up, you feel like a feather to him. He lays you down and just stares at you. You unbutton his shirt and reveals his chiseled body. Every muscle is in the right place and the cut is distinguished. You let your hand move involuntarily over the beast of a man in front of you, playing with every muscle.

He stands up from the bed and joy fills his face. He just smiles at you as if he can't believe what he's seeing in front of him. Never have you seen such joy on this stunning face. You feel the need to satisfy him, you feel that you need him inside you. You take his hand and pull him down to you on the bed. You move so that you're on top. You straddle him and feel his length throbbing between your thighs. You kiss him on his chest moving down inch by inch. He gives a low groan.

"God...you drive me crazy when you do that"

"Do what, my King?" You look up at him with your lips against his chest.

"f**k, doing just that, angel...kissing me, caressing me"

You move even lower and start to unzip his pants. You feel a slight tremor filling his entire being. A rush of excitement shoots between your thighs and you know that you're teasing him but you love every second of it.

"James...I need you..."

"Mmm..god!"

You tease the tip of his arousal by kissing it with your soft lips. He grabs your waist and throws you down on the bed. He locks your hands above your head.

"Angel...you've been teasing me for so long and now you tease me even more. I can't allow that. I think I should be the one to stop this teasing, right here, right now..."

You feel a wave of shock flowing over your being but you like the feeling that this wave brought on. You've always been the one in control but for some reason, you're aroused by the knowledge that the King of Monaco, finds you irresistible and that you were able to tease him. You feel his strong hand holding your wrists and his face are so close to yours. You feel the power and authority that you've only seen he portrays so very well. You give in to him.

"My King...I'm all yours"

He slowly loosens your dress and you allow him to pull it over your head. You lay down and you see him marvel at the beauty in front of him. He plays with his finger around your breast and then brings his lips to your n*****s caressing them softly. His other hand finds your wet entrance and he slips in two fingers. You let out a soft moan that escapes your lips.

"James...what are you doing to me?"

You feel his arousal throbbing against your thigh and you can't control your hand as it moves to satisfy him. He gasps at your touch. Your need for him deepens and you want to pleasure him as much as he does want to please you.

"Your touch....it consumes me so...angel...my god!"

His fingers start to fumble when you increase your movement on his thick length. You feel pure fever starting to brew between your thighs and you know it won't be long now. You softly moan his name.

"James....my James..."

You feel a smile playing on his lips as he kisses you. You know what saying his name does to him when you speak it. You feel his swollen head and you know it's not far for him either. You start to guide him to your entrance and he suddenly realizes what you want to do. He breathlessly speaks to you with nothing but lust in his eyes.

"Are you sure...?"

"I've never been so sure..."

He doesn't wait a moment longer and gives three strong thrusts. You can't control yourself anymore and neither can he. You cry his name and ecstasy fills your being. You pulse around him and he explodes inside you with full force over and over and over again. He softly collapses on you and then turns to lay next to you. You lay your head on his chest and listen as his heartbeat calms down. He holds you tight.

"That was so much better than what I've expected it to be...and I had quite a high expectation...but listen, I need you to know...I like you very much, god...I might even..."

You look up into his sincere eyes and you start to caress his chest. You see how his rapid breathing calms down. You don't speak, you want him to say what he feels. You want him to confide in you. You kiss him softly on his chest, giving your everything to him. You know what he wants to say because you want to say the same.

"Do you know what you do to me when you smile? You're the perfect thing I see. Every time I'm with you, I feel complete. It feels like I'm home from a very long journey. You must know that...that I love you?'

You lift your head from his chest and look in his eyes. It's filled with the most passion you've ever seen and a hint of insecurity. You put your hand against his chiseled jaw.

"Then, James, you should know that I love you back..."

He pulls you on top of him and kisses you with a smile on his lips. You pull away and then you see that joy you saw earlier on his face. You smile back at him.

"God, angel.... it makes me so happy to hear these words" He rolls you over so he can be on top.

"Do me a favor, just close your eyes?"

"Why?"

"Please?"

You look at him one more time with a skeptical eye and then close your eyes. You feel his one finger starting from your hand moving slowly up your arm through your neck to a loose hear, that he tacks behind your ear while saying:

"Let me tell you the reasons why I think you're one of a kind. You're my life and my safe harbor and if my love is blind, I don't want to see the light. I know that my life was dark and dead and you came to rescue me. When you decided to pour your love down on me, I knew I'm finally alive. So I wanted to tell you that every single beat in my heart is yours. You're the reason that I finally know it's safe to breathe"

You haven't notice that you've stopped breathing in the middle of his declaration. Your eyes slowly open and so does your mouth. You look at him and your entire being is stimulated with your affection for him. The words he spoke are swimming inside every fiber of your being. You can't believe the words he just spoke and how much passion was behind it. How can you not love a man like him?

"James, I-"

He interrupts your words with a gentle kiss on your lips. You feel as he plays delicately with your lips and caresses your hair in the small of your neck. You feel the heat gathering between your thighs. His touch is so gentle that, tears are threatening behind your eyes. He pulls away from you, leaving you breathless.

"I have to go"

"Yes, yes of course"

You're still in shock over the beautiful words he spoke to you. Then you start to sit upright then he places his hand in yours.

"Believe me when I say, I don't want to go but if we want to be together, we have to keep up appearances a little while longer. You trust me don't you?"

"I do"

He starts to get dressed and you also put on your dress. He walks towards the door and put his hand on the door handle. He turns to you.

"Just be careful around the princess, something isn't right with her. I'm trying to get to the bottom of it but it's going to take time. Promise to be careful, okay?"

"I'll be careful. I promise and James, please drink your pills!"

He kisses you and then sighs. "I will...goodnight"

"Goodnight"

You fall asleep happy, thinking of the night you just had with the King. Early the next morning there's a knock on your door. You open the door. Lady Elizabeth is standing at your door.

"Good morning, I'm glad you're awake..."

You fake smile at her, as you and her both know, that you're not awake yet. 

"...the princess is waiting in the carriage to go to the wedding shop for her dress. Meet you downstairs in five. Toodles"

(Urgh, I really do hate that she gets to shunt me around like this. James, you better hurry up!)

You get dressed and make your way down the stairs. You are shown to a carriage were Denise is waiting for you.

(This day couldn't get any better, urgh)

You get into the carriage and Denise sits there with a big grin on her face.

"How are you doing today, Lady Winters"

"I'm just peachy, thank you" 

The carriage pulls away and you stare out of the window, thinking of last night. A smile appears on your face. "I see you're just as happy as I am to go dress shopping for the princess?"

"Oh, yes, I'm just over the moon"

You arrive at the wedding shop. The room is elegant and the best wedding dresses that money can buy, hang all around the room. There's soft lounge chairs and champagne just waiting for you to use.

The princess walks to the front of the shop and addresses the ladies "Good morning ladies. I'm so glad you could join me. Please have a seat and have some champagne"

Everyone finds a seat and you see the shop assistant talking to the princess. You sit quietly by yourself and try to look as if you're enjoying it.

"Now ladies, let's enjoy the show"

The shop has organized a few models to parade some of the dresses for the princess. Each dress is more beautiful than the next. You watch as every model walks by and show off their beautiful dresses. You can't help but wonder if you might be the one to marry the King one day. You feel yourself slipping into the fantasy of thinking these dresses they parade, are for you. Lady Elizabeth comes to sit next to you.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yes, just gorgeous"

"The princess is probably very happy right now"

"I would have been also very happy to choose one of these beautiful dresses"

She laughs as if you just made a very funny joke. "No, no dear. What I mean is that she must be happy now that the wedding has been moved up"

It's as if time stands still. Your entire being is frozen and everything the King told you last night disappears. You try to force a smile but you can't get yourself to do it.

(What's going on? Is the princess playing with me or is every word the King told me a lie? I don't know what to believe. I want to believe that the princess is playing a game. I want to believe that the king has true feelings for me and that I'm not imaging things)

You sit on the couch in the wedding shop and every part of you is frozen. You need to answer Lady Elizabeth but for all, you know she could just do this to get a reaction out of you.

"Oh, that, yes of course. She must be so happy right now"

"Yes, she's almost beside herself"

Just then you see the princess screaming at the poor shop assistant. You decide to move a bit closer to hear what could possibly be wrong since she must be so over the moon about her wedding being so close and all.

"...am sorry, your grace. I told the blond models that we only want dark hair models but they switched at the last minute..."

"Do I look like a blond to you?? Huh?? I don't understand why I have to explain myself over and over again"

"I'm sorry, your grace. I'll tell them never to model for us again-"

The princess then turns around and faces the assistant again, smiling. "Now, now, honey. Don't be so rash, they were just lovely beings. They looked so good in those dresses. You should really let them model for me...the dresses you put aside for me"

The shop assistant then frowns and look with a question mark on her face as the princess. "But...but you just said that the blond models aren't good enough?"

The princess laughs as if she just made a good joke. "You're a very silly girl. What are you talking about, young lady? Come now, show us the dresses?!"

The princess turns around and goes back to the ladies and laugh and talk. You stand with your mouth open. The shop assistant sees you and you just lift your shoulders.

(What just happened? I think not all her piggies are in their houses. Nobody can change just like that?)

"Aahh, Lady Winters, there you are. Come over here and enjoy these lovely dresses"

You gather all the stamina that you can get and walk closer with a big bright smile. You sit next to the princess and as the models walk by, she keeps on touching you as if you're best friends. With each touch, you hate for her grows.

"Isn't this just lovely, Lady Winters?"

"Very much, your grace"

You can't take it anymore. You stand up and run to the bathroom. You close the door and Dense follows you.

"Are you okay in there, Lady Winters?"

You think a little bit and you know this could be your chance to get out of here. "Uhh...uhmm...no, I think something didn't agree with me. I think, I better go lay down?"

"Of course, yes, I'll get the carriage"

Your heart jumps for joy. This is exactly what you needed to get out of here. You open the door and hold your stomach as if you're in pain. Denise leads you to the carriage and you take the ride back to your room. You close your door and sigh loudly.

(Thank god for fake sickness)

You decide to catch up on your lack of sleep last night.

THE KING

It's almost time for the meeting with the President of Austria. The King is dressed and ready to leave the room. There's a knock on his door. He opens the door and the princess walks in with her handmaids and they have bags in their hands.

"Hey, honey"

She kisses him on the cheek. He staggers backward in shock. She directs the handmaids to put the bags on the bed and then to leave. The King smiles at the handmaids and closes the door behind them. He then turns to the princess and his demeanor changes to frustration.

"What is the meaning of this, princess?"

"What do you mean, James? It's your wedding suit of course"

He starts to clench his fists. He feels a fire burning inside him. Only one woman gets to call him James and it's not the princess. She lost that right, years ago.

"What are you talking about??"

"Oh, I went dress shopping today with the ladies"

He takes a deep breath trying to control his emotions. "But didn't I explicitly told you that there isn't a wedding date yet? Why would you go looking for a dress if there's no wedding yet??"

"You should've been there, honey. The ladies and I enjoyed it so very much. Well, except for Lady Winters, Shame the poor girl got sick and didn't have the enjoyment that the rest of us had"

He feels as if his heart is ready to burst. 

(Lady Winters, is sick?...and I'm not there for her? Goddammit! I need to get there, now!)

The princess keeps on babbling about her day but the King's not listening to one word she says. He just nods to her insanity and guides her gently out of the room. He then asks one of his men to give word to the President that he will be a little bit late. He then quickly makes his way to your room making sure no one is seeing him. He knocks on the door.

LADY WINTER

"Your Highness?"

Before you stand the man of your dreams. He's all dressed up in a black suit and the power if just dripping off him. He looks like he has seen a ghost.

"Lady Winters, may I come in?"

"Of course"

"Are you well?"

"Yes, Sire"

He walks closer and feels your forehead with the back of his hand. "What's going on, Sire?"

"Angel, I've heard that you've been sick?"

Then everything becomes clear to you. He's heard it from his soon to be wife, no less. "Where have you heard such news, Sire?"

He frowns and then takes a step back. "Why won't you call me by my name anymore?"

"Sire, you've made your intentions clear with the princess, haven't you?"

"What's the meaning of your words, Lady Winters?"

"Well, you've moved up your wedding date with the princess, so that, you could be joined in holy matrimony soon?"

His entire face falls and he walks closer to you but you move backward. You don't know who to trust anymore, even though he asked you to trust him last night. Nothing is clear to you at this moment and you need reassurance.

"Angel, you must know that I wouldn't take you like I did last night and then bring this kind of horror on your life? If you don't know by now that I'm a man of my word...then what should I do to show you that...this...between us is more real for me than anything in my life?"

You can't believe that you didn't trust this man standing in front of you in all his vulnerability. You feel as a tear roll down your cheek and you push yourself into his arms. You kiss him with complete passion and giving yourself to him once more. He locks his arms around you, holding you tight against him. You feel safe and secure with him.