A gentle continental breeze blew through the open windows of the palace on an otherwise stuffy summer evening. The birds were in full voice this evening, only adding to the baroque orchestral music coming from the grand hall. Like most nights, Queen Lucy's palace was a hive of activity. Various dignitaries and diplomats danced, drank, and mingled amidst the ornate halls and ballroom of the palace. I had arrived at the palace last night and so far my second night at the palace looked a lot like my first.
I wasn't used to this level of opulence. I was the only son of the Duke of Kent, but Queen Lucy and her entire court put my family's wealth to shame. Even before my father had made the unfortunate mistake of joining in on a war against Queen Lucy, we were well aware that her kingdom was among the wealthiest in Europe.
Back in March, I had been preparing for a grand war on behalf of my nation. It is only August and yet my entire life looks so much different. The war is over and while many men perished in battle, Queen Lucy had struck a surprisingly reasonable deal with my father and the other Dukes who dared to challenge her power. In my father's case, Queen Lucy generously allowed him to maintain his ceremonial seat. In exchange, however, Queen Lucy wanted me.
The details were hazy. Why did Queen Lucy want me? All I knew was that I was dragged here against my will nearly as soon as the treaty had been signed. The first night here was a pleasant surprise. I met Queen Lucy briefly while she made her way through the adoring group of diplomats and dignitaries at the ball. Her personal maid, Matilde, had introduced me to various staff members around the palace. I met the cooks and the waiters who worked tirelessly in the smoke-filled kitchen or chilled basement preparing Queen Lucy's many feasts. Curiously, Matilde had also introduced me to a number of men who she described only as "her majesty's personal assistants". In the short time speaking to them, I had started to notice a pattern. These personal assistant were a diverse group of young men from various corners of Europe. Each of them, however, hailed from a land that had recently been conquered by Queen Lucy and her men. Warfare was never my strength but I am not a dumb man. I fell asleep the first night wondering if I would be forced to serve as one of these mysterious personal assistants.
Tonight, my suspicions were proven right. The feast ended after seven and the nightly ball began shortly thereafter. Last night, I watched Queen Lucy and company dance and drink well into the early morning hours. Tonight was different. It couldn't have been more than an hour into the ball when Matilde approached me. "John, Her majesty has requested your presence in her chamber," she explained. "Would you care to follow me?"
I was surprised by this early departure from the ball, but it made some sense to me. As silly as it sounds, dancing and drinking every night surely took a toll. Queen Lucy was probably just looking to turn in early for the evening.
For the first time, Matilde walked me up the regal staircases that popped with ruby-red carpets and gold accents along the handrail. This was Queen Lucy's private floor and my heart skipped a beat or two just at the notion of being allowed to enter the most important part of the palace. Matilde led me into a small, fairly plain room just off to the side of Queen Lucy's private longue. I could tell from the average wooden interior of this small room that the Queen never spent any time in here. This was surely a servant's room.
To my surprise, we were not alone in this room. Pau, the Catalan man who I had met the previous night, was in the process of disrobing. His shirt was folded nicely on the floor, exposing his tan and athletic chest. Just as I was about to enquire as to why Pau was undressing, Matilde's soft voice spoke up. "Please take off your clothes. After you are done, you and Pau will wait for her Majesty in her personal lounge," she ordered.
I expected Matilde to leave after giving such an instruction, but instead she stood in the far corner of the room. As I pulled my beige wool shirt over my chest, I voiced my displeasure at her continued presence. "Would it be possible to have some privacy, please?" I asked politely.
Never raising her voice above a soft volume, Matilde rejected my response. "You would be wise to become comfortable with your nudity. That is why her Majesty wanted you, of course."
A little panic set in when I processed her words. Queen Lucy had reached that deal with my father so that I could becoming her latest sex servant. I stood still in a daze for a moment contemplating my situation. How would I be able to succeed in this role? Have I been reduced to nothing but a sex toy? Eventually, something or someone startled me back to life. Pau was naked now. His tan manhood hung softly in front of me.
Stepping out of my own pants, I soon joined him in my nudity. Side by side, it was clear the differences in us. His skin tone reflected the intense sun that fell year around on Catalonia while my complexion recalled the terminal grey winters of the English countryside. I didn't know anything about Pau's background, but his fairly muscular frame suggested a more rigorous military training regime than what I had been subjected to back in Kent.
"Go out into the longue. Her Majesty could be here any moment now," Matilde responded.
