Palermo, Sicily, 12th century AD
Rays of sunshine invade the crown prince's bedroom as the Sun dawned on Sicilian landscapes. Enrico, Prince of Sicily, and heir to the entire Kingdom, awakens. His blue eyes opened softly, as he wasn't yet ready to begin that long, dreadful day. He calmly moves his pale hands gently on his forehead, so he could get his chestnut-brown curly hairs out of the way from his eyesight. Slowly, he sits, looking around, trying to gain motivation to get up. He gently moves his legs off the bed so he can properly get up, and as he does, Enrico tiredly lifts his arms, stretching as much as he can, yawning silently. His princely body wasn't impressive, for typical masculine standards. Enrico wasn't very tall, nor was he muscular, his fit body was only defined enough for people not to think the heir to the throne was a slacker. Though he was.
Enrico dresses in his clothing for the day, his upper apparel was made from the best silk found in Palermo, designed with dark red coloring with white squares and golden patterns, all around the chest.
The prince walks to the door, to leave his royal chamber. He knows today will be specially boring. As the heir to the Kingdom of Sicily, he didn't have most of his days free like his siblings. Although they all had a rigid routine of preparations and studying, Enrico's routine was the harsher of all, with very little time for leisure. And today would be specially tedious. You see, the realm had recently started diplomatic work with other realms to the south of the Mediterranean, African sultanates and kingdoms ready to increase their commercial tradings with Sicily.
The King wanted his heir to learn every single important part of being a ruler, so he always demanded the Prince to be present during important meetings and businesses of the crown.
The Castle had received a committee of 10 Numidian and Tunisian princes and diplomats, not to mention all the guards that came to escort them. They had been staying there for the past few days, and would continue to be there by the end of the week. For most of the court, including the Prince himself, it was their first time seeing African men. For the first time in his life, Enrico felt... troubled. Troubled with himself. As an heir-prince, he was raised to grandeur, and to aim to be a man of great inspiration. For the past few days, he didn't feel like so. In fact, for the first time in his life, Enrico may have felt less of a man. Even though he had just reached his adulthood, still with a glaring youth, he felt like just a boy. Small, fragile, helpless. Never had he seen men built like that. Taller than his father, physically stronger than most (if not all) the Royal Guards, and... more... appealing than him.
Enrico was, in fact, an attractive young man, most Sicilian girls and women who had seen him thought greatly of him. Inside the Castle grounds, he would always receive licentious looks. Not recently, though. Since the committee from Africa came, women in the castle seemed distracted, looking at them, gossiping, looking for them when they weren't in sight, and they just couldn't stop looking. Enrico had never seen anything like that before. Sometimes, he caught himself looking as well.
Enrico walked down the hallway, destined to go to the Throne Room to meet his father, so he could get the brief explanation of everything that would happen in the meeting and the negotiations, he was ready to pretend he wasn't bored all the way through. However, as Enrico walked, before he exited the residential area of the castle, strange noises could be heard from one of the rooms.
Enrico looked, intrigued, wondering would could be happening. As he approached the sound, he realized it came from his sister's chambers, Princess Lucilia. The Crown Prince approached the closed doors so he could hear better. All he could hear were strange noises his sister was making, her voice emitted odd sounds, Enrico was unsure if they were from pain of pleasure, never had he heard a woman moaning like that before. Intrigued, he looked down to the keyhole, and lowered his head so his eyes could actually through it, so he could have a glimpse of what was going on.
That vision was in itself more intriguing than the sounds. Princess Lucilia, layed in her bed, had her legs lifted up and wide open, leaning on the shoulders of a tall, muscular and handsome black man. Clearly one of the envoys from one of the African realms. Both were completely undressed, the man used his strong arms to hold the princess' legs while his hips moved vigorously towards her. As he pushed forward, Lucilia moaned loudly at each thrust. Her head was tilting back, as the young woman was unable to control the pleasure spasms her body felt all over.
Enrico surely knew what sex was, but he had never done it, or seen it, before. That first impression caused unexplainable sensations on the young prince's body. His heart pumped so fast, his forehead started to sweat and his legs started to shake, however he couldn't move, for some reason he was stuck there, unable to stop looking at that scene. Enrico was hypnotized by the scene of his sister being pleasured by a big and strong ebony man.
Enrico started feeling a tight sensation down on his crotch, watching that scene, even from afar, gave him what was probably the hardest erection he ever had. The Prince kept looking, unable to even grasp how much time had passed since he started, a part of him didn't want that moment to end. Enrico's hard dick dropped some pre-cum in his underwear, the sounds of that African cock clapping against his sister's body as she moaned loudly made Enrico feel differently from everything he had ever felt. The Prince was in love.
"Your Highness?"
The sound of that voice behind the prince made Enrico jump frightened, wondering if he got caught. As he turned back, awoken from his trance, he saw Patricio, his own Steward.
Patricio was originally from the region of Lombardia, he had arrived Sicily in his youth, and has served the ruling Dynasty since decades before Enrico was even born. After the prince was born, Patricio was assigned as his personal Royal Steward, his mission was to serve and assist the Crown Prince in all his needs and duties.
"P-Patricio! Good morning!"
Enrico blushed harder than he ever had during his lifetime, hoping that his steward didn't notice what just happened.
"And to you as well, Sire. His Majesty, the King, has solicited your presence in the Business Lounge."
The steward said, unmoved by whatever he had just presenced. Patricio, throughout the years, had learned not to react to whatever circumstances he witnesses in the Royal Family. A steward's job is to remain invisible until solicited.
"Wha- al-already? But, we didn't even had our colazione!"
The Prince, unaware of the time, inquired.
"Your Highness, breakfast time was over 2 hours ago. The chamber's stewardesses were simple unable to wake you up. The Queen is furious, and the King has been waiting for you in the Lounge for the past 10 minutes."
Patricio said, still without demonstration a single hint of emotion in his face.
"What?! I'll be in so much trouble!"
Enrico sprinted towards the exit of the residential sector of the castle, running so he could meet his father in time for the meeting.
As Patricio was left alone, he simply looked toward the wooden door that lead to Princess Lucilia's chambers. Previously, obscene noises could be heard, but now it was absolute silent. Clearly whoever was behind that door had noticed someone was chatting outside the room, and stopped whatever they were doing. As he had this realization, Patricio left.
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The Crown Prince could barely focus. The meeting had been going for the past hour, but Enrico barely heard a dozen words that were spoken there. He couldn't stop thinking about what he'd seen in his sister's bedroom. And as he remembered that vision, and cherished it in his imagination, he looked at the African princes and diplomats that were speaking to his father, the King, and his royal advisors. Those man were built just like the one who was with his sister. They were strong, tall, attractive, and for some reason Enrico tried to imagine whatever they were hiding behind their vests. Perhaps great signs of manhood, as he saw an hour before.
After more half an hour of business, diplomacy and trading, the meeting was over, and it was time for the afternoon feast. As the Royal Family and their guests joined that big table. Enrico ate very little, he didn't feel hungry, in fact, he was in a hurry to leave. He couldn't stop looking at the guests from the other side of the Mediterranean sea, and his crotch felt tighter and tighter for some reason.
After yet another hour, that was finally over as well. Enrico couldn't hear anything, even when the King scolded him for being irresponsible, he payed no attention, the prince's brain melted into another reality, and he couldn't stop thinking about it. It was like his body floated around the air and his mind was in the clouds.
The Prince rushed back to the royal residence sector of the castle, hoping to lock himself in his chambers for at least half an hour and try to understand whatever was happening to him. But before he could reach the big wooden doors of the Crown Prince's chambers, the heir heard an interruption.
"You were looking, weren't you?"
As he turned back, he saw his sister down the hallway, moving to his direction.
"I, uh... don't know what you're talking about."
Enrico tried his best to lie, but his blushing and stuttering gave him away.
"Don't you think I haven't noticed you during the meal, Enrico. You are uneasy for a reason. And I know what it is."
Lucilia approached her slightly older brother as she spoke.
"Lucilia, I said I don't know what..."
"But don't worry!" she said, interrupting him. "I understand. I am uneasy as well."
As Lucilia looked her brother deep in his eyes, she smirked, then turned back and started walking towards the exit of the residential sector.
"I didn't see! I didn't!"
Enrico shouted, but was ignored. He hated that.
The prince, in denial, proceeded to walk to his chambers. Reaching the door, he opened them, entered, then closed them shut. He didn't want to see his sister again for the rest of the day.
"She got really worried after we noticed you were behind that door." The sudden deep voice in his room made Enrico scream as he frighteningly turned his back and leaned against the door. "But don't worry, I kept her going afterwards, she loved it."
The same man that Enrico saw earlier with Lucilia was now in his room, talking to him. He didn't wear any upper vests, but his lower body was properly covered. First thing Enrico noticed was that man's incredible muscular chest and abs. So grand and defined he had never seen something similar.
"What?! Who... you... You are not supposed to be here! Leave right this instant!"
Enrico demanded, if there was one thing the Prince could do, was give orders.
But the man was untouched by the boy's arrogance.
