The 27-year-old Lady of Suthglow found herself in a trance of euphoria as she bounced atop the taut 22-year-old blonde serving boy's cock in her bed. Viola found herself taking to sex more often since she tasted the joys it offered, the sheer taboo of being unmarried made it all the better, even now as she fucked her father's manservant in the morning, she knew there was a risk her father would wake and find her, though she didn't care, the thought of being discovered made it even more arousing. Her cunt felt an emptiness as she fucked the skinny servant on her bed. Closing her eyes she returned to the memory of her brother by law taking her in the drawing-room, the way his chest glinted from sweat in the firelight, the way his veiny cock thrust into her virgin flower, the sheer feeling of his toned arms wrapping around her as he took her. Lost in thought, Viola found herself quickly moaning aloud, enough to disturb the birds outside her windows as she frantically fucked herself up and down on the serving boy, her cunt spasming as she squeezed around the boy's cock, coaxing the boy to orgasm after her.
Viola sighed as the Ecstacy left her, she rose from the servant as she got up from her bed, throwing a robe over herself as she fixed her hair, before going to the dining room to eat her breakfast, leaving the servant to recover from her usage of him. Her maids didn't dare say a word, or take a look, despite knowing what she was getting up to, the Suthglow servants knew what would happen if they shared gossip about the von Hordrens, the punishment would be deadly if about Viola. Her father joined her later, showing no signs of having realized what Viola was doing. As The old general sat at the other side of the table, Viola eyed the blonde servant carefully creeping out from her bed chambers with a flushed expression, his cheeks rosy. "Good morning Papa, how did you sleep?" Viola chirped, signaling for one of the servants to pour her tea.
"I slept quite well, darling. Have you any plans for the day yet?" Parker replied while spreading the blackberry jam across a halved roll of bread, his lips pursed in thought.
"Well, nothing set in stone, papa. I was considering paying a visit to the Count de Calfton- Don't excite yourself, It hasn't anything to do with courtship really.. Merely business." She replied as she lifted the porcelain cup with its saucer, sipping the black tea as she finished speaking. The Duke looked to his daughter before looking off to the side as he pondered what she'd meant.
"That young count- he's, in the season currently, isn't he? Marie won't stop going on about him and her daughter to- well, anyone." He stated as he began to eat his jam and bread.
"Yes well, after I've spoken to him, briefly. I suspect I'll simply return, perhaps read in the gardens for a time. There isn't much to do today, papa. Sometimes it makes me envy your work." She replied with a sigh as she popped a madeleine cookie into her mouth.
"Don't you worry your head with that nonsense, dear. Work is for men. And I should hope you'll find some way to cope without my company, this... Idiotic war with Preznin is going to take much of my time into the North." Parker said, his tone turning more serious as his face turned grumpy.
Viola noticed her father's mind wander, and tried to distract him from the coming battles. "With any luck, the Preznin's will surrender Alexander's wife, I'm sure even they know it's not worth the trouble. It likely wasn't even on their king's demands, though I wouldn't count him smarter than his dimwitted subjects." She quipped.
"They won't, dear, Cassandra won't be returning to Alynthi. This war is for pride only now." The Duke commented as he finished inhaling his breakfast. Removing the cloth from his lap, Parker walked to the other end of the table where his daughter was, before giving her a peck on the lips as he brushed her hair back. "I must go, love. Try to open yourself to the possibilities, hm? I'm sure you're day will prove eventful. Don't worry another thought about it." He remarked with a smile before stepping out. Viola pondered his former sentence, she couldn't understand why her father didn't believe Cassandra would be returned, it all seemed quite pointless to her. "Men's pride..." She quipped to herself as she stared off in thought while she finished her breakfast.
Viola returned to her chambers in the evening quite disappointed, upon calling for the Count, she was told he was off with her niece. She despised the fact her vengeance against Marie would need to wait, though she knew even with the war, the season wouldn't be over for some time still. Viola's mind wandered about Frederick still as she walked to the royal gardens. She'd hoped she'd have another chance to experience the bliss she found with Frederick, and while it seemed like she was close to finding him, she never could. Part of her worried he was avoiding her, perhaps her sister discovered the affair...
Viola's maids were made to wait outside the garden doors with the guards as she wandered through. The Royal Gardens were for the royal family exclusively, however, due to her father's influence with the armies, she went where she pleased. She was annoyed to find Prince Alexander seated on her regular stone bench, her pace slowed as she approached him, she was about to give him an earful to move until she saw the young Princess Anne playing in the flowerbeds ahead of him. Rarely did she feel sympathy for anyone, however, she knew the pain of growing up without a mother and decided she'd be merciful and let the prince keep his seat for now. Instead, Viola joined him on the bench, resting against the cushioned back as she opened the book she'd brought with her.
Anthony looked at her with an annoyed expression as she sat down, without bothering to offer a curtsy least of all. "You're ignorance knows no limits does it? You're not allowed, nor wanted here. Lady Viola." Alexander declared, his pointed stache covering the frown crossing his face.
Viola did not bother to even look at him, she simply sighed and dismissed him as a nuisance, before crossing her leg as she continued to read her text. The Prince was in no mood for her behavior and signaled his younger sister to take Anne away. It was now Princess Charlotte's turn to be annoyed, though she obeyed, picking up the young child as she left. Viola took notice as she read the prince was not leaving with his daughter and glanced ahead to the balcony overlooking the city as she waited for him to speak his nonsense. The prince rose from the bench, facing her as he looked down at her, suddenly he slapped the book from her hands across the path.
"I am in no mood for your games, Viola. Damned be your father, I want you out of here." The prince nearly shouted. He scrunched his hands together into fists, digging his nails into his palms as he waited for her to leave. Viola instead chose to raise from the seat without looking at him as she walked over to retrieve her book. Alexander watched as she bent over to retrieve her book, for a moment he felt a stirring in his loins quickly dismissing it as she began to walk back to him.
