This story can be described as an extravagant daydream from a male perspective. Which explains why the concept is ludicrous. English is not my first language so I apologize for mistakes in grammar and spelling. All characters in the story are above the age of eighteen.
1: The Awakening
You wake up from vague, swirling dreams. While your eyes are still closed you feel silk sheets and large pillows. You open your eyes and are amazed. You are resting in a big bed in a vastly bigger bedroom, to say opulent is an understatement: high ceiling, oak paneling, golden arabesques, fine draperies. Sunlight is streaming in through an opening. You rise from the bed, noticing that you are wearing a nightshirt, and look out from what proves to be a small balcony. A lush landscapes stretches all the way to the horizon: green fields, groups of trees, lakes and streams, pavilions and stone walls. The air is fresh and pleasant. You are many floors up in a magnificent castle, that is clear. But you do not know what castle. Or why you are here.
A tapping noise makes you turn your head. Soon afterwards a door is opened and a young woman enters. She has long blonde hair hanging down on her back and eyes of a striking violet color. When she sees you she smiles brightly and curtsies gracefully. She is wearing a short dress in white and purple. With a deep décolletage, that shows her slender shoulders and more than just a hint of a full bosom. You feel your mouth watering and an ache in your groin.
"Good morning, your highness", she says, "I cannot tell how happy I am to see you awaken."
"Thank you. But...Highness? What do you mean?"
"You are a highness, your highness, a prince is a highness and you are a prince, your highness, so you must be a highness, your highness."
She giggles, a delightful sound. Soon she recovers a straight face.
"I apologize. I did not mean to be disrespectful."
"I have taken no offence. I like your laughter. But why are you here?"
"To help you with your clothes. Here they are."
Quickly she opens a cupboard and puts three different set of clothes on the bed.
"Thank you. I will take this loose fitting one, I think."
"A good choice, your highness. It will look attractive on you. Shall I serve you?"
"You have already."
"I mean...with dressing...and things..."
She looks embarrassed. Or is it expectant? You cannot decide which.
"No, thank you. I can dress myself."
She seems disappointed.
"As you wish, your highness...When you are ready, the queen wants to speak with you."
She curtsies again and leaves the room. While getting dressed you ponder her words. If you are a prince you should be the son of the queen. Or are you married to her, a prince-consort? Memories refuse to aid you. Stepping out of the room you follow an impressive staircase to another door, covered with ornate iron. It opens to an extensive chamber, with walls and ceiling painted with sensuous landscapes and women holding each other's hands. These women seem to be pregnant. In a throne-like chair with red pillows a women is seated, with two younger women attending her. Their clothes are mostly white and purple. It must be the colors of the kingdom.
The sitting woman, noticing you, puts away the book she have been reading, rises and hurries towards you. She is beautiful, to say the least. Tall stature, fair hair in waving tresses, voluptuous shapes and the same striking violet eyes you seen before. Her accoutrements are equally striking: a tiara of silver and sparkling with jewels, heavy earrings, an elaborate necklace clutching her throat, a long dress whose centerpiece is a corset covered with golden decorations in the shape of leaves and branches. And in the next moment you feel that corset pressed against you. She embraces you eagerly. And kisses you. Not a little peck on the lips. A kiss with open mouth. And plenty of tongue. At the same time she grinds her body against yours. She is warm and soft and intoxicating. Your hands drift over her back. She must be your wife. No mother would kiss her son like that. Or would she?
She pulls away from you. Her eyes are moist and her face flushed. She breathes heavily.
"My boy..."
It is a heavenly whisper. And now you become conscious of your hard erection. You want to kiss her again. You want to nuzzle your face against those milky white shoulders. You want to rip the cleavage open and...You understand your horniness, but not anything else.
She shakes her head and clears her throat.
"I am sorry. I should not have done that. I can see the lack of understanding on your face. It was feared the restorative sleep would have that effect on you. I do not want to rush your recovery...Let it be enough for the moment to know that I am Alisha, the queen...And that you are prince Cumagan. My son. My well-beloved and very important son."
The emphasis on the last words is both worrying and alluring.
"Mother...I do not remember..."
She touches your face reassuringly with her long fingers.
"I know, my son...Do not worry...You will remember soon...And...The first task right now is to aid your recovery. A bath with healing and strengthening elixirs should be helpful."
The queen gestures towards one of her attendants that approaches. She has appetizingly brown skin and her hair is gathered in a jungle of braids. Briefly she glances shyly at you. Her eyes are black, not violet.
"This is Desdara", explains Alisha, "She will show you to the baths and do everything you wish. Afterwards I will have another talk with you. And, my son...I advise you, do not try to force yourself to remember. Just do what feels natural. Enjoy the bath."
Desdara leads you through several corridors to a chamber covered with tiles. The air is warm. A bathtub made of polished marbles has been sunk down into the floor. Desdara fills it with hot water from a silver tap. Then she opens three different bottles and pour their content into the tub. The water foams and becomes fragrant.
"Now your highness can undress."
"Allright, Desdara. You may leave."
She smiles slightly.
"The queen instructed me to help your highness with everything."
With swift movements she starts to undress you. To distract her, and yourself, you try to keep up a conversation.
"So, Desdara...I noticed your eyes are black, not violet. Why is that?"
"Only persons blessed with royal blood have violet eyes."
"But the serving girl that came to my bedroom..."
"That was no mere serving girl. That was a sister to your highness. Irithea."
"My sister?"
"Yes. One of several. She wanted to be the first one to see you awake, your highness."
"Why?"
"Because she loves you. And needs you. As do we all. Now you can step into the water, your highness."
You are naked, but you do not feel ashamed. Despite the fact that the erection your mother caused has turned into an erection caused by Desdara. Carefully you step into the tub. The water is wonderful. You sit down and lean back. Desdara kneels next to the tub.
"Shall I massage your shoulders, your highness?"
"Well...Why not?"
She puts oil on her hands and start to rub your skin. It feels really good. You close your eyes. While kneading you she hums a song. You cannot hear the words, but it is soothing. It is impossible to tell how much time has passed when she stops.
"Have I pleased your highness?"
"Yes, Desdara...Indeed you have."
