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All characters are 18 years of age or older.
*This story takes place in a world of fantasy entirely created by myself. Any relation to other stories, events, or any other connections to people, places, or things, is completely coincidental.
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Cool crisp air struck John's naked body. He stood on the veranda that connected to his bedroom. Out below him he could see his father's kingdom. It made him jealous to think it would not be his for some time. His father, King Eric, was young when he married, 18 in fact. Thusly his resulting child, John, knew he would not die of old age for some time and let him have the throne.
He did not hate his father, but he felt he was more than capable of ruling. Many times he had dreamed of riding out and conquering his own lands, but it all faded when he became engaged, not by his choice of course. His father had arranged a marriage to a cousin in another land to strengthen the throne. Blaming his father would be pointless, but he had dreams of his own, and on top of everything he had not even seen this cousin of his, let alone knew anything about her.
A rustle of cloth from the bed broke John from his thoughts. Turning he saw a small woman stretching herself out still half covered in the thick red blanket. Her small breasts were nothing spectacular, but she had quite the gorgeous face, long black hair, and hazel eyes that pierced your heart. Her skin was like a fine bronze and her nipples contrasted in a nice darker brown.
By no means was John a looker, but being prince had its perks. This gorgeous female he found while out riding in the city was one of them. As his eyes rolled over her flat stomach up her breasts and into the mesmerizing eyes he could feel a stirring in his loins. Yet he knew he could not make anything of it. The sun had risen and his cousin would be here shortly for his wedding.
It seemed like only a day ago when his father had told him of the engagement. From that moment he had been with a different woman nightly, much to his father's disapproval. He could not help himself. The thought of being tied down to one women for the rest of his life, spending endless hours droning on with senators and other nonsense only to come home to a woman who would grow stale after some time? Unbearable. Adventure was what he needed, that and women.
With a reluctant sigh he asked the girl to leave, she seemed a bit disheartened, but did as she was asked. John's heart was saddened, among other things, as he watched her perfectly shaped ass walk away. Oh what he would do to that ass...
Lost in thought once again, John did not realize he had reached the throne room. He had been so occupied imagining what he could be doing to last night's perfect gem that it came as a surprise when he reached the door. The guard coughed and gestured downward quickly looking away. Apparently both heads were on the same page as his thoughts were traveling. With a quick adjustment to hide the erection he was sporting, John entered the throne room.
Pillars towered beside the walkway to the throne. In the shadows creeped servants attempting to stay out of sight as they catered to the visiting tradesmen, senators, and all other walks of life waiting to be seen by the king.
John's father, a short fat man, was once a force to be feared. In his younger days he had been a warrior and expected the same of his son. John had trained hard, his muscles were toned and he considered that, amongst being the prince, as a reason women loved him. Looking at his father now, he could not even picture the man he used to be in the paintings all around the castle.
With a wave of his hand the man King Eric had been speaking to was dismissed and John stepped forward giving a curt bow.
"I thought the preparations for the wedding were completed," Johns voice was trained to echo in the room when needed, but now he kept it low to keep the conversation contained.
"A few minor details that needed seen to," His father responded in the same measured tone that kept the conversation away from the people waiting by the doors.
"I must say that I am not looking forward to going to some kingdom on the edge of the world."
John's father seemed annoyed, they had discussed it many times. "It is a move for your benefit, my son. You will have a kingdom of your own, and when I pass from this world you will gain this one as well to double your lands."
"You should listen to daddy; his tactics are sound." His sister's voice came from behind him. She came to stand next to him, her flowing blue dress draped down beautifully on her tiny frame, yet her cleavage was visible for all to see.
Hard to contain those things, John thought to himself. His sister, though small, sported a chest that would make any woman jealous and any man drool.
"Your sister knows her stuff." Eric seemed to let his eyes linger on his sister, Clarissa, for a moment before returning to him. "She has been studying tactics for her entire life. Only two years your junior and yet she knows more than even you."
"Father," John said to prepare defending himself. "She has spent too much time reading those books and studying, at 18 she should have been engaged by now, or at least in the process."
"All in good time. When I find a match that can properly handle her. Besides, are you one to talk? You spent your days womanizing until I forced you into marriage. This wedding tonight will be grand, and I expect you to honor it."
"Of course, Father." John had expected more, but instead was waved away himself. His father most likely just wanted to confirm he was still in the castle and not hiding in a drinking hole somewhere until the day was over. He bowed and left the scene, now to do nothing until the wedding.
John, being a soldier, was dressed in decorated armor. Gold filigree formed a pattern of a haw emblazoned on his chest piece. Intricate designs were all over and the armor seemed like an entire encompassing beast that swallowed him. Completely useless in true combat he thought to himself, but it did indeed make him look larger and more masculine. Hopefully his new wife would not completely hate him when it was removed and he was not quite as big as it made him look.
Marriage, he thought again as he headed to his spot in the chapel, this was the end of his dreams. The chapel was packed with so many faces, most of which he barely recognized. He had not even seen his bride's arrival, and only now saw he family on the opposite side of his. He tried to take in all the faces and remember them, but there were far too many. He wished now he stuck around to catch a glimpse of her instead of hiding out on the training grounds because if her family was anything to go by, he would be stuck with a hideous woman. The thought sent shivers down his spine.
Music struck up as a small band in the corner began to play and as if on que all present rose at once. The doors at the end of the chapel opened and John's stomach tightened, afraid to look at what might come out, but could not tear his eyes away. Then there she was.
John's heart stopped for a moment in time. A thin white gown flowed with her like wisps of air as she moved. Her breasts subtly showing, not much there, but a good handful he thought. Her skin was milky white and her hair seemed to be fire on the top of her head gently cascading down her back. Emerald eyes looked back at him, taking stock of him as well. He could feel the scanning his body.
Vaguely he remembered the ceremony. Those emerald eyes kept him hypnotized the entire way through. He took in every detail of her face, freckles all around her nose, but not an overly amount as to take away from her face, in fact, it enhanced it making her nose even cuter. Her lips were thin and peach and in his eyes she seemed flawless, his father truly blessed him with this one.
Hand in hand they walked to the feast, no words were spoken between them, even as they ate. Instead the raucous behavior of the others filled the room. It was a party like none John had ever seen, being his only son getting married, John's father must have gone all out. The entire feast hall, never before being even half full, was now packed to the brim.