Chapter 66
After failing to reach any understanding with Yseldra yesterday, I took my leave and went to a weapons shop, where I purchased a small spear adorned with a pink ribbon about its handle. I could only hope Aelunira would forgive me, for I had brought her a spear rather than… a sister.
"A letter?" Charles asked as he seated himself upon the same pew, that ever neat smile resting upon his lips.
"Yes. It would seem she treasures it greatly."
"And this was some time ago?"
"Yes. Forgive me for not telling you sooner, Charles."
"There is no need, Sister Naevia. I am simply glad you found it within your heart to reach out to her."
"I intend to present her with a spear after my duties today."
"A weapon?"
"I asked what she liked, and she told me she was fond of spears."
"Indeed… a small likeness of you bearing a spear. I can quite imagine it. It is rather charming."
"Her father has been instructing her in its use."
"He must be a man free of prejudice. Fathers teach such things to sons, not daughters."
"I could arrange a time for the two of you to meet. I believe she would be delighted to see you, Charles."
"Then I shall prepare a gift for her."
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"I have come to visit Aelunira," I said to the attendant before me.
"Her Highness has played much throughout the day and now rests," he replied with gentle courtesy. "Her Majesty is within her study, as documents from Dunverra have recently arrived. Should you wish it, I may escort you there."
"I shall find my way myself, if you would be so kind as to give direction."
"Certainly. Ascend the stairs and turn to the left," he said, stepping aside and gesturing toward them. "Her study is the first door to the right. She will be most pleased to see you, I am certain."
"Thank you."
"Would you care for me to hold that?"
"My thanks. It is a gift for Aelunira," I said, placing the long, neatly wrapped pink box into his care.
I made my way up the stairs, and Sir Lorcan along with the other guards parted for me. I paused before the door to her study. I had begun to warm up toward Aelunira, and thus we must conclude the matter we had left unresolved. Yet how was I to persuade Yseldra? Would it be wiser to commit my thoughts to a letter instead?
I stepped back from the door, only for my gaze to meet that of two maids standing along the corridor. They nodded at once, as though urging me onward. Another joined them, her expression almost pleading. Then another, and yet another, until a crowd had gathered, all silently encouraging me. No, not for my sake, but for their queen.
With an awkward breath, I opened the door and closed it behind me.
Ah… perhaps I ought to have taken my leave.
Before me was Yseldra's desk, burdened with neatly stacked papers, and before it… she. Her skirts had been drawn up above her waist, her hardened manhood laid bare to my sight. She was facing the door, now me. One hand steadied her upon the edge of the desk, while the other stroked her cock.
She stilled mid-stroke at the sight of me. "Uh…"
"Please continue," I said. "When you have concluded, come to my residence. There remains much for us to discuss."
I turned and reached for the handle, yet in the very next instant she was behind me, pressing me firmly against the door, her cock hard against the curve of my back.
"Wait," she said in sudden alarm. "You cannot depart in such a manner! Allow me to explain!"
"My apologies for intruding upon your private moment."
"It is not what you think! This wretched thing had been aching and it was painful!" she said in haste.
It was a rare sight, for I had never before witnessed her so visibly embarrassed.
"You need not offer falsehoods, Yseldra. I am well aware you are a lustful woman."
"You misunderstand entirely! I only desired a swift release and then return to my work!"
"A swift release is taken seated," I said, turning to face her, "not standing, and certainly not facing an unlocked door. You were imagining someone entering and beholding you thus."
"Naevia!" she exclaimed, burying her flushed features within her hands. "Cease this! And people do knock before entering!"
I found the exchange rather… fun.
"You are not even wearing drawers. A swift release is slipping your cock free through the opening of your garments. Why take the trouble to remove them entirely?"
"For fuck's sake," she muttered, burying her face within the crook of my neck. "Stop it!"
"It excites you to see your garter and stockings displayed, thus it follows that you would discard your drawers."
"Hang on-"
"A swift release," I continued, my hand moving behind her and tapped lightly through the fabric at her rear, confirming what I had glimpsed before, "does not involve a false cock plunged in your arse, Your Majesty."
She crumbled to the floor and I took my leave of the study, unable to restrain my smile.
"Thank you," I said to the maids as I passed them, for had it not been for their urging, I might have remembered to knock.
Though in truth, I did not fully understand her embarrassment. She had taken her pleasure before me many times with boldness. Perhaps she had indeed matured, for she knew how to feel embarrassed now.