Klyn winked at me andstood.
“You never know where my conversation with Kaspar will lead, my Queen. If you will excuse me, dear, I am going to get ready for my short journey. I will be back for our afternoonwalk—”
“Klyn, forget the walk. You will need to rest upon your return,” Iinterrupted.
“Octavia, I have never missed one of our afternoon walks,” he leaned against the table. “Remember our first walk?” heasked.
I smiled and nodded at the memory. Our first walk had been the day we returned to the castle after the massacre. It was then that I realized Klyn would always be by my side, through thick and thin. He has been my best friend since I was a lonely princess living in a massivecastle.
“I remember it like yesterday. It was the most difficult time in my life. I was depressed, but you pulled me through,” Irecalled.
“I will always pull you from the darkest corner that you might find yourself in,” Klynadded.
“I shall do the same,” Ipromised.
Klyn nodded and headedinside.
“Klyn,” I called. He turned to look at me, waiting for me to speak. “Do you think you should take one of the boys with you? Ethan,perhaps?”
“No, Octavia. I will make the short journey and be back in time for the walk,” Klyn confirmed and turned toleave.
I sighed and sipped my tea. Klyn knew his way around the woods better than anyone in Drishane or the castle. He knew plenty of witches and warlocks and exactly how to find them. I could not prevent a smile from creeping onto my face when I suddenly thought of a witch named AbigailBrack.
I had been a very curious teen and often found different ways to orgasm. Since my parents put Klyn in charge of me as a child, he had many embarrassing moments where he walked in on me pleasuring myself. There were even times where he caught me being pleasured by another teen in the castle or from Drishane. He had caught me inserting objects, rubbing myself with my hand, and rubbing myself against objects and furniture. He had not seemed to find too much wrong with me experimenting with another girl in the castle, but the day he caught a boy’s head between my legs, he was enraged. It was because of that incident Klyn had taken me into the woods with him to visit Abigail Brack many yearsago.
“Princess Octavia, you must learn to control these urges,” Klyn said as he waited for me to put on mycloak.
Silently, I followed Klyn to the bridge that led from the castle grounds to the thick woods. As we crossed the bridge, I spokeup.
“Where are we going?” Iasked.
“We are going to visit a friend of mine,” Klynsaid.
“You have a friend that lives in the woods?” I askedsarcastically.
“I have friends nearly everywhere, myPrincess.”
We walked for a while longer in silence before I pestered him with morequestions.
“Why am I comingalong?”
“Because, my friend makes…things that will be of interest toyou.”
“What kind ofthings?”
“Things that will keep you from having children before you make it out of your teens,” hesnapped.
I tried to think of what he meant. No, could itbe?
“Are you talking about what my parents call objects of sin?” I failed to hide my excitement as I askedKlyn.
“Yes,” Klynsighed.
“Wonderful! I have always wanted one of my own! A couple girls in the castle that are close to my age have them. They say they use those instead ofboys—”
“That is precisely my reason for taking you out here so you can pick one out. Then I will not find a boy in your quartersagain.”
“Klyn I am seventeen,” Ilaughed.
