Chapter One
Dreyle (Modern DayIreland)
200 yearsearlier
Istoodon the balcony of my room and looked over our town of Drishane while I brushed my long inky black hair. The sky was a blanket of ominous clouds, and unusually dark for it being so early in the evening. I could feel the increased humidity on my skin and hated the way it felt. A storm wascoming.
It was the night of the annual Drishane Festival that our family has hosted in the Drishane Town Square for all of our kingdom. A dinner was served and dancing often followed. My family has hosted it since before I had been born, and I was quite certain that I would be expected to follow in their footsteps and continue the tradition when the timecame.
In the short distance, I could see people on foot, toting lanterns as they made their way to the Square. Horse drawn carriages lined the streets, waiting to deliver the wealthy to the dinner event. I let out an exasperated sigh as I began to wonder which man my parents would like me to dancewith.
My eyes darted to the thicket of woods that lay just behind the Drishane Town Square. I would much rather be out there during the party. I may be young, but I was not blind. Many of the castle hands slip out to the woods to fuck. I imagined that those who had done it in the past, looked forward totonight.
I leaned forward against the loose brick that protruded from the waist-high balcony wall. I had used this brick many times before. It was the perfect height for me to rub my clit against. I allowed my mind to wander and I imagined myself in thewoods…
I selected the perfect castle hand with the perfect hands; Macauley. He had been a few years older than me and had the body of a God. We walked past several small campfires that threw large shadows of bodies onto surrounding tree trunks. Fires crackled to cover the sounds of lust and passion. I smirked, knowing that most of these “loves” would not see the light of day outside theforest.
I took Macauley deeper into the forest, beyond lurking eyes. He was shirtless and wore a pair of gray wool pants. The moonlight highlighted his well-defined chest muscles as he kneltdown.
“Princess Octavia, thank you for selecting me,” sweetness dripped from hismouth.
I cocked my head to the side and glared down at him with a raised eyebrow. I did not want to hear fake endearments. I wanted to not hear anything from him; I only wanted to use him for mypleasure.
“Really, Macauley?” I propped my leg up on a tree stump and pulled my dress up. “I do not want to hear anything from you other than the noises you make as your mouth is onme.”
Macauley eagerly moved closer and buried his face between my legs. I leaned against a tree trunk and grabbed his hair as I held him against me. I felt my hard nipples rub against the fabric of my dress as Macauley worked on my drenched pussy. His tongue was magical and firmly stroked the sides of my clit while I pinched my nipples. I ached and needed something inme.
“Insert your fingers, Macauley, and do not stop with that tongue,” Idemanded.
I appreciated the fact that word of mouth from my friends had traveled to Macauley. He knew better than to bother me with one measly little finger. He inserted two of his thick digits at once. I had heard that Macauley was good with his hands, so I would see if there was any truth to that. So far, his fingers in conjunction with his tongue feltdivine.
I tightened my grip on his hair. “Do not neglect me, Macauley,” Iwarned.
Macauley withdrew his fingers from my pussy and pushed one of them in my forbidden hole; the hole my friends did not like touched. I loved mine to be manipulated. Macauley inserted two fingers from his other hand into my aching pussy. The combination of his mouth and fingers had taken me to theedge.
I was about to come when an incessant noise invaded my fantasy. I moved away from the loose brick when the knock on my door grew louder.Fuck,really?
I turned around just as a tall, broad shouldered, blonde with sparkling blue eyes filled the doorframe and stepped inside.Klyn.Klyn had been my appointed care taker since I had been born. My parents gave him some fancy name but he was a glorified babysitter. He made sure I was up on time each day to tend to anything that had been required of me. He brought me tea and biscuits in the evenings and even listened to me complain aboutthings.
I actually adored Klyn, and in a way, he knew me better than my parents. But the fact of the matter was that his presence right then had been frustrating. Especially since I had just almost gotten off from Macauley’s mouth and fingers…or the brick and myimagination.
Klyn stood just inside the doorway and smiled at me. It was hard to stay mad atKlyn.
“Princess Octavia, dear, I wish you would not stand out on the balcony like that. You will catch cold,” Klyn lightly chastised me and crossed the room to my mirror and fluffed out the burgundy silk dress that I would wear thatnight.
“It is not raining yet, Klyn,” I remindedhim.
“I was not suggesting the rain, Princess,” Klyn gave me a knowing look and tilted his headdownward.
I looked down to see that not only did I have a tit and perky, pale pink nipple hanging out of my shift, but a good sized wet spot where I had been humping the brick. I casually tucked my breast back inside the shift, collected my brush from the top of the brick balcony wall, and headed back into myroom.
Klyn winked at me and began going over the scheduled events for the evening and he had not faltered when I added my sarcasticcomments.
“In exactly one hour and thirty minutes you will accompany your parents in a carriage to TownSquare—”
“That should be a funride.”
“Once you arrive, you will walk with them and stop when they stop to greetpeople—”
