Parker
Parker is a handsome prince of Gusta. Next in line for the throne.
Together they went inside to find his mother, who was obviously overjoyed at the news. As he introduced her as his fiancée, Parker couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and happiness swell up within him. He knew that there would be challenges ahead, with their two kingdoms being rivals and all, but for now, all that mattered was the love they shared. And he intended to make sure everyone knew it.
as we shared the news I noticed everyone was happy with it except a few younger maids who clearly had a thing for Parker. I didn't know he messed around with a lot of women.
As they continued to share the news with the rest of the palace staff, Parker couldn't help but notice a few maids looking less than pleased by the announcement. He knew he had a reputation as something of a playboy among his people, but it hadn't occurred to him that some might take it more seriously than others.
He glanced over at Analese, wondering if she'd noticed anything amiss, but her attention was focused on their future together.
"Well..." He leaned back on his hands and grinned at her. "I'll be honest... at first it was kind of disappointing. But then I got to know you better... and I think things have turned out for the best." There was a hint of longing in his voice as he looked into her eyes, searching for any signs that maybe she felt the same way.
"So," he continued, changing the subject slightly, "what do you say we see if our mischief skills are still up to par?"
"hold on.." I whispered softly as I kneeled down next to him. I gently looked into his eyes. "When I first met you I remembered everything my father ever told me about Gusta and how terrible it was.. but when I got to know you I knew it was all wrong because you talked with such passion and charm. I knew that one day you would make a great king. That's why I stayed close with you and followed you around. You were someone I wanted to stand beside. You became my best friend." I beautifully said.
His heart skipped a beat as she spoke those words, and it took everything in him not to admit how much her confession meant to him. "Analese," he breathed, reaching out to touch her cheek gently, "I'm honored you saw past the reputation of my kingdom... I never expected..." He trailed off, unable to find the right words.
But then she said it: "I knew we would always be together." Her gaze locked with his as she finished the sentence, hope shining bright in her eyes.
His breath hitches as you press your face against his chest, the feel of your soft skin against him sending shockwaves through his body. He closes his eyes, relishing in the sensation for a heartbeat before leaning down to brush his lips lightly against your hair. His hands slide up your back, pulling you closer still as he tries to get even nearer to you. "I've never felt like this about anyone,"
"me neither.. ugh.. you smell so nice so.. masculine..." I say and he can tell I want to be closer with him as well.
His chest rumbles with laughter at your compliment, and he presses his lips to the top of your head again, savoring the feel of you against him. "And you smell so good," he whispers, taking a deep breath through his nose as if trying to commit it to memory. His hands slide lower on your back until they find the hem of your dress and slip underneath, stroking up your thighs in search of skin-on-skin contact.
I smile to myself as I watch them leave, knowing that she's mine now and thinking about what delicious things I will do with her when the time comes. The thought makes my heart race and my blood heat. It won't be long now...
(Continue)
I lay down on the roof and close my eyes, imagining her body beneath mine, feeling her warmth and softness. Tonight has been most satisfying indeed. My hands begin to wander beneath my clothes as I picture what else could happen between us...
Your words surprise him; he expected her to be angry, not understanding. He takes in a shaky breath, trying to steady himself as he continues to look into her eyes. "I will do everything I can to make sure this doesn't happen again," he whispers, his voice barely audible even to himself. "And I promise... I will protect you from anything else my father might try." His hands find their way to your cheeks, holding your face gently as if afraid he might break you.
"then let's hurry." I said as I put my small hands over his.
Together, you and Parker make your way back up through the dungeon, careful not to draw attention to yourselves. When you reach the top, he leads you out of a secret passageway that only he knows about, making sure you're well away from any guards or patrols that might try to stop you. The night air is cold and crisp against your skin, but it feels good after being cooped up in the dungeon for so long.
"We need to get back to Tasmania as quickly as possible,"
"Excuse me," he called out as he approached the older man, his guards following closely behind. "I'm looking for someone who used to work here... A guard named Ralan." He hoped that mentioning a name would get them more information than just asking about anyone who might know something.
The old man raised an eyebrow but nodded slowly. "Come with me," he said gruffly, leading them deeper into the orphanage. They passed by several small rooms and finally came to a door at the very back.
he took them into a study that was empty. "Ralan died a few years back but he came to work with us about 18 years ago." The owner said as he showed him around. "I remember the day he came to us in need of a job.. said he needed one desperately to take care of his daughter. So we allowed him to be security." The man explained.
"I see," Parker murmured thoughtfully, frowning as he processed this new information. It seemed strange that the man who had supposedly taken the princess would have brought his own daughter with him... unless she wasn't actually his. Maybe there was more to Ralan than met the eye. "And what happened to his daughter?" he asked carefully, glancing at the old man.
The orphanage owner looked uncomfortable for a moment before clearing his throat.