Sir Regald's room was, as always, "spick and span." Spick and span... An odd phrase, and Princess Alicia never really understood it. Why not just say "Stuffily clean"? She groaned. Add it to the list of things she didn't really understand. Like this whole "Courtly Love" business. "Oh lovely, noble lady, my heart burns for you, but I can't, because reasons!" She clapped a hand over her mouth as she realised she'd said that aloud, scorn dripping from her voice.
After all, she wasn't meant to
be
in Sir Regald's room. And he'd said something along much the same lines to
her
. Repeatedly. Over the past several weeks. And... It wasn't really
wrong
to see if she could find something to see if he was just playing at it, or whether she could... Convince him to do that in public, and something more... Enjoyable in private?
He was pretty much the only one, after all. When it wasn't fearful stammers and excuses (Yes, daddy was a General as well as King, and he
was
kind of imposing... But he was a sweetheart, really!) it was snide mutterings. "Udders... Grippable ass..." She stopped herself. She was thinking out loud again. But it was so
irritating
!
Enraging
, even! Yes, some of them were
meant
to be compliments, but the way they were phrased... Her breathing had gotten a little heavier without her noticing, and it quickened as she realised she was dawdling. She didn't know when Sir Regald would be back, and if she wasn't careful, he would
notice
something was off about his room. Or worse, he would walk i-
n... Like he's going to do very shortly
. She could hear his plate boots. He was the only one at this time of day who would wear them. And worse, someone was walking
with
him. She swore to herself as she looked around. Bed? No, no room... The folding boards? Too much chance he was getting out of his clothes. The... Wardrobe?
It wasn't a great plan. But it would have to
do
. Hurriedly, and as quietly as she could, she scrambled into it (Grateful that it
was
as spacious as its size suggested), and closed the door behind her, huddling between the tunics and leggings. Even as the door opened, she was, wonderingly, caressing one pair, wondering what it would be like to pull them down, to kneel before him and...
"We're alone now, pet..." Princess Alicia goggled.
Pet
?!? She couldn't have heard right. Couldn't have heard this mellow, drawling voice address a Knight of the kingdom as-
"I'm glad, master... It's... Difficult to get you here. So much chance of being caught..."
Master
?!? She balled her fists... That rat! That low, decade-
"Mmmm, and I bet you'd
like
that, wouldn't you, pet? To have your... "shame" discovered for all the world to see... Make no mistake, if we
were
caught, I'd take you then and there..." She didn't dare open the door, not even a crack, but she could hear Sir Regald...
moan
. And it wasn't in horror. He was... He was
aroused
by being ashamed? Without thinking, her hand strayed downward, to the hem of her nightie. That mellow voice returned.
"Now, pet, I can undress pretty easily. You, however, need to strip
quickly
." A creak, as of something heavily settling, and the clank of two plated boots thrown in haste... The Princess' eyes widened... What... What was
going on
? But she still didn't open the door, although her fingers strayed closer to her lace panties. "
Gooood
. You're such a
good
boy, so
obedient
. Now... Kneel... Resume your rightful place. And remind me, once again, what that
is
." The Princess was so confused, and her breathing was getting heavier because... Why? Why was it?
And then she heard it. She'd heard it before, with housemaids who thought they were being
so
discreet outside the kitchen... The sounds of a dick being serviced. And in between... "Ahh... Mmmph... My place... Is on my knees, serving you, master... Ahhh... Your pet... Mmmah... Your plaything..." The noises were replaced by gagging sounds, and the light creak of that someone, that
large
someone, adjusting themselves.
"Yes, pet... Your place is under me. Oh, I'm sure the girls
swoon
at you. So
strong