Author's note #1: Thanks to Hollandguy for his help in editing this story.
Author's note #2: Some of you may have seen this story before on a website that is now defunct. However I am the original author of this story. It is not plagiarized.
Author's note #3: Even though some of the characters start out as minors, All sexual acts in this story takes place after the characters have turned 18 years old.
Portlanddrew
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"Princess Michelea Jordansa Patricila Smikto, do you take this man, Eric Edward Franko to be your lawfully wedded husband. To be your consort and father of your heirs to the throne?"
I thought back to how I had met Michelle, as I had first come to know her. It was when I was a freshman at the University of Ginstaka. I entered my first class of the year and saw there was open chair next to a gorgeous blonde. So, I walked over to her and asked, "excuse me is this seat taken?"
"No, please sit down," she replied.
So I sat down. Introduced myself as Eric Franko.
She said, "my name is Michelle Smith."
I thought I detected a bit of an accent, but decided not to ask at the present time. We made small talk until class started. We had to go our separate ways after that class. But, we met up a little bit later on in another class. Again I sat by her and we talked a little bit more I found out that she lived in my dorm just one floor above me. I decided to take a chance and asked if she would like to meet me for dinner in the dining hall that evening.
She smiled and said, "I'd be glad to Eric."
We met for dinner and made some small talk getting to know each other better. She said that she was from Cewasento, the capital of Lorwansa. But she didn't tell at that point that she was royalty. We continued to sit next to each other all during first semester. We studied together for our finals. I asked her out for a date after our first final was done and much to my happiness she accepted.
For the rest of the school year Michelle and I spent a lot of time together. One time after a date I had asked her if she wanted to have sex, she told me that she wanted to wait a while longer but that she would be willing to give me either a hand job or a blow job. I took her up on the blow job and after about ten minutes shot a load of my spunk down her throat. I found out that Michelle was going home for the summer so I made sure I got her phone number.
I called her a few times during the summer. This was her private number so again I had no way to find out her real identity. Just before school started up I arranged to meet her at the airport. I helped her move her stuff into her apartment. Then we went out to dinner. We discussed our schedules and found out that we again had several of the same classes together. Our second year together was pretty much the same as our first. She finally told me that she didn't want to have sex until she got married. I admired her for her dedication to her future husband.
One day when we were studying at her apartment during our junior year she asked me if I could get her a glass of water.
I said, "Anything for you my princess."
"What? How did you find out?, " she asked.
"What do you mean?," I asked.
"You mean you don't know?"
"Know what, Michelle,"
She took a deep breath and said, "You have to promise me you will not tell anybody about this. Please."
I agreed.
"Michelle Smith is not my real name, it's actually Michelea Jordansa Patricila Smikto."
"You mean to tell me you're Princess Michelea of Lorwansa?," I asked.
"Yes."
It was then that I remembered something about Lorwansa's royal family, all of the women had red hair and green eyes.
"Don't all of the members of the Lorwansa royal family have red hair and green eyes?"
"Well I guess since the cat is out of the bag I might as well show you."
She reached under her long blonde hair and undid some clips she pulled off the wig and then shook her head and her long red hair fell down her back. She then removed two colored contact lenses and showed me her sparkling green eyes.
"I never would have guessed," I told her.
"That's the way it was supposed to be," she said.
"Do you want me to start calling you by your real name or should I stick with Michelle?"
"I'd prefer that you call me Michelle, at least for now."
"Michelle, I've been in love with since the middle of our freshman year."
"I feel the same way, Eric."
In May of that year after we got back to her place after a date we went inside for a nightcap.
I got down on knee pulled out a ring and asked "Michelle will you marry me?"
She smiled and I could see the tears start to form in her eyes.
"Under the condition that my parents approve of you, Yes, there's nothing in the world that would make me happier than to be your wife," she said.
I smiled and leaned over and kissed her as I slipped the ring on her finger.
"You need to come with me to Lorwansa this summer to meet my parents and family," she continued.
We made the arrangements and after our finals were done we each packed up a suitcase and headed to the airport. She had a private plane waiting there for her. We got on board and were soon headed to her home country. During the flight she removed the wig and contact lenses. When we arrived in Lorwansa there was a limousine waiting there to take us to the palace. We were escorted into the throne room by a pair of guards who were then dismissed to the entry of the throne room.
A man who appeared to be in his late forties stood up from his throne and approached us. Michelle ran up to him and hugged him and kissed him, saying "Hi, Daddy." She then led him over to where I had remained standing.
"So, you want to marry my daughter?," he asked.
"Yes, majesty." I replied.
"Why?"
"Sir, I've been in love with your daughter for a better part of three years."
"When did you find out that she was a princess?"
"just a little bit earlier this year."
"How did you find out?"
"Sir, we were studying together for a test. Michelle asked me to get something for her and I replied 'Anything for you my princess' using princess as pet name. Then she told me the truth."
"Did that affect your decision in asking her to marry you?"
"Absolutely not, majesty. I actually had already been planning on asking her to marry me."
"Do you know how my daughter feels about you?"
"She has said on several occasions that she loves me."
"I'll talk this over with the Queen and Michelea but I think for now that it looks as though we will be approving your suit."
"Thank you, Your majesty."
"Guards, show this man to a guest room preferably near the Princess Michelea's quarters."
"Yes, Your majesty."
I followed a pair of guards down a long corridor and up two flights of stairs. They led me down another hallway and stopped in front of a large door. One of them then opened inside was a room almost as large as my parents house. It appeared that the room was about 2000 square feet.
"This will be your room for the duration of your stay, every morning a maid will come and change the sheets and tidy up the room unless you indicate otherwise by hanging the red flag outside your door," one of the guards said.