The Princess Barellia was decidedly bored with her day. She had woken up that morning in her four poster bed, when the sun shining through her windows had finally managed to heat up her face through the thick curtains hanging down. It had woken her from a drowsy half sleep where she had had any number of entertaining dreams that she could only remember glimpses of.
But, the good thing about being a Princess is that you get to make your own dreams. She had woken and enjoyed a nice slow bath and a walk around her private gardens, and had some fun throwing some pebbles into her fish pond. While the grounds around her chambers were just as enchanting as ever, they were exactly the same as they had been every day this week. Being a Princess, she couldn't just run out and wander around the city. She could, of course, decide to go off to one of her county villas, taking all her maids and bodyguards along, and she could actually do that on a whim, but it wasn't quite the same thing as being actually free.
If she was one of the common girls, running around on the city streets outside of the wall of her gardens , she would probably have more things to do today. She tried to imagine what life must be like for the maids, and the cooking girls, and sewing girls and even the girls from the richer families, having all sorts of adventures. She was not a stupid girl, and although she did not have too much experience in the wide world outside, she could put a picture together in her mind. She could imagine them, walking in the dirty noisy streets, ducking and moving into the many alleyways that made up the maze of the city. She imagined them holding up their long skirts in the hot dusty summers, and fanning themselves as the sweat rolled down their faces. And as she begin to remember the echoes of her own dreams of the nights before, her thoughts turned to what those young women might do to the young men, perhaps meeting by chance in one of those dusty, hot, yet shadowy alleys. She thought of what those rough men might be like, rough and smelly, different than the polite dukes and barons she had to dance with. She imagined they might have the rough hewn looks of her bodyguards, but without the shiny armor. She imagined her bodyguards, minus the armor, instead wearing weathered leathers and with their faces looking more worn and rugged.
Barellia had not been too sheltered in her life. She had on many occasions gone to parties or outings with groups of young Nobles, and had used the chances to get close to some of the handsomer young Lords. She had encouraged them with words and looks to run their hands down her young body, although they had not gotten too far, since they were always around other people, and a Princess is watched constantly. She had on several occasions had a hand reach underneath her expensive robe, to touch her full creamy white breasts and hard little red nipples. As she thought of these memories, she reclined back on her silken sheets and lightly touched herself, running her hands over her breasts and down her body. While a Princess may have to be modest in public, in private she should indulge herself as much as possible. She ran her hands all over her body, enjoying the cold shivers that followed and how they contrasted themselves with the warm day. She enjoyed the feeling of her soft young body underneath her hands, but today her sensation had an extra excitement: she was imagining what it would feel like to have a man's sharp teeth on her neck, his stubble against her soft creamy breasts, and his rough leathery hands tracing down her belly to the sensitive, pale white skin of her thighs. Her own hands between her legs were exciting her, but they were too delicate, too cool. As her body started to spasm with her approaching climax, she knew that she would have to replace them with something better. Even as her mind blanked out with the pleasant yellow light of release, it was planning for her to see if her fantasy could come true.
It was the next week when Barellia was finally able to carry our her plan. It would have been easy enough, with the resources at her disposal, to do it the very next day, but she wanted to do it properly.
She even considered waiting for perhaps weeks, for the absolutely perfect time, but once the plan had come together in her mind, she wanted to put it into action as soon as possible. So it was that she announced to her household that she would like to go on a personal pilgrimage to the Lake of the Eye, a scenic spot located in the mountains. The Lake was considered somewhat of a shrine, and somewhat of just a pretty lake in the hills. She said that she would be leaving on horseback, accompanied by the chief of her bodyguards and a single squad of men. It was a time of peace, so there wouldn't be any problems with her taking a day trip like this.
When Friday morning dawned, she was up before the sun had burned off the clouds, saddling her horse and preparing her clothing for the day. It was a sign of her excitement that she was so ready to go. Even for a Princess, Barellia was fond of sleeping in. Of course, her retinue were already suited up and ready to go when she joined them in the courtyard, like the good soldiers they were. As they rode out in the early morning mist, she kept the Captain of her guard by her, while the rest of the soldiers rode either in front of her or behind her, at a respectful distance. As they left the town and made their way through country fields on the way to the low foothills, she talked with him a little. He was a handsome, intelligent man, who was deceptively strong beneath his slender frame. He was not much of a talker, but his piercing eyes showed his intelligence. Barellia enjoyed the thrill of deception, of carrying on a normal conversation with him at the same time that she was mentally undressing him.
As they climbed higher in the mountains, the normal heat of the day was counteracted by their higher elevation, and this matched the alternate shivers of cool and hot that ran through Barellia's body. Her lust built slowly, since she couldn't indulge it fully, but even with the distractions of keeping up her facade, and paying attention to the beautiful scenery she was passing through, her lust had still grown to a heavy pressure in her belly by the time they got to the lake.
They dismounted at the lake, looking across its clear surface, lightly whipped by the mountain wind. The lake was not that wide, only a few hundred yards across, and was shallow in most places. In the middle of the lake was a small island, that wouldn't take more than two minutes to walk across. The island was almost in the middle of the lake, and could be reached by fording through the lake. The lake's bottom was covered with round, colorful rocks that could be seen clearly through the clear, cold water.
