"You asked to see me, your grace," the words rang like sweet chimes from the lips of Donna Saviarra, Queen Mother to the King of Altanos, Tomaso Saviarra lll. She was a beautiful woman, possessed of an almost otherworldly grace that separated her from all others and gave her an air that noblewomen from across the land came to envy. She wore a dress of simple silk which only served to accentuate her beauty for it clung to her body like a second skin and showed every curve of her lithe form. It grated on him, for he could not stand to ignore her seductive body and the feelings of excitement she produced in him were most unwelcome. He was recently married and most displeased with his new wife, she was a plain woman and the presence of his irresistible mother only served to remind him of that fact. She walked around the royal court in clothing so tight, he could see every curve of her body; the swell of her full and supple breasts, the slopes of her perfectly rounded ass, and worst of all, the faint but not ignorable outline of her crotch. Her dress hugged her pubic mound so exquisitely he could not help but to stare at it, he felt a shiver run through him every time she crossed her legs.
There were days when he could not help but to fantasize about her, days when he sat on the throne, lost in those fantasies. He couldn't help but to be swept away by such thoughts, thoughts of her body pressed against his, of feeling her breath while he held her wrists and pressed her down between his chest and her bed. He fantasized about forcing her legs apart, ripping the dress form her body and then feasting his eyes upon her naked flesh. He could not bare to admit of the acts which he fantasized about committing with her, his own mother. The frustration that these uncontainable desires caused in him was infuriating him, he could not stand it anymore, and thus, he had had no choice but to banish her from court.
That night, the night when he had ordered her from his presence for no other reason than that it pleased him to do so, he was drunk and even more furious than he was now. The proclamation had come from nowhere. One moment, he had been watching the nobility of the court mingle and dance while the court bard serenaded them, and the next, he was calling for her removal.
He would have remained calm, he would later realize, but she had questioned him, "have I done something to displease my king," she had asked.
"You have displeased me with your presence," he had replied while sitting atop his throne as all the nobility of Altanos looked on and his wife sat, lifelessly, beside him. He strained to find some more fitting answer, but was met with nothing but the stares of his royal court. That had infuriated him even more, that the entire court knew he was making an excuse, that he, their king, could not find some greater reason to expel his mother from the court than that she displeased him. That he could not bare to speak the truth when she deigned to question him on the matter.
"May I ask, what is so unpleasant about my presence that it displeases you so much that you would have me removed from your court, your grace," she said with bowed head and downward gaze, her voice showing no sign of the fear that would have spread through any other noble of the court like wildfire by now. She lifted her head and stared at him with the barest hint of a smile that showed no sign of inner turmoil. That grated on him the most, for he knew not whether her smile was a façade to hide her fear or whether it was some small measure of delight at causing him such discomfort. To say nothing of her questioning him and thus shaming him in front of the court. They had to know, he thought, he could not keep his eyes off of her, the tightness of her silk dress, the low cut that showed the tops of her breasts, the way strands of her hair caught on her erect nipples and which she allowed to hang there as if she didn't notice. Her dancing had brought it on, the way she swayed about the court with a seductive grace that made his cock harden just from looking at her. She had no business dancing like that, nor was it acceptable for her to be dancing with such a great number of single, young men, it was outraging.
"You, your presence, your impertinence," he had almost shouted in answer to her question. A murmur ran through the court immediately. First, everyone had looked at her, then all eyes turned towards him. They were shocked that he had raised his voice when only moments ago, the night had been a perfectly calm and enjoyable one. The court bard had even stopped his playing, so shocked was he, that he looked at the king with eyes wide and mouth open. "Keep playing," he shouted at the bard, this time so loudly that his words filled the court like a thunder clap. The men and women of the court strained to hide their lack of composure for the nobility of the city of Altanos were not accustomed to their king acting so ungraciously, the laws of the court were strict and even though the king had great power, he too, was bound to follow them. For him to shout two times in one night was not only unusual, but scandalous.
His wife stirred in her chair, visibly uncomfortable, she came from far off Vesperia, and the laws there were equally strict, kings did not yell at their noble subjects while in court, civilities had to be maintained. For a king to have shouted at any noblewoman would have caused a scandal, to say nothing of shouting at one's mother. Fortunately, he was a new king and could pass of his outburst as stemming from the pressure of the new role. He had only been married a month and had only been put on the throne a half year ago. That was when his mother had begun wearing those damned tight silk dresses and the jewels which drew such attention to her chest, after he had taken his crown and the period of mourning for his father had ended. He knew that it must have been the man who raised him and ruled before that had kept her from dressing as such, that his father had had the decency to stop her from walking around the court dressed like some exotic courtesan. "Get out," he finally muttered, just as the bard once again resumed playing.
To her credit, she was cool under pressure as always, and had merely bowed before him and said "as you wish," before departing the court and leaving him to a night filled with the stares of petty nobles and the shame that burned in him like a roaring blaze.
It was three days before he had regained enough of his composure to summon her to his private chambers without throwing himself at her in a rage. Had he still felt the anger that she had summoned in him three nights past, he would loose his temper and perhaps do more than just use words to show her the depths of his frustrations. This he understood, and so he waited until he was certain that he could control his urges before he had the guards bring her to his chambers. He had summoned her with the intention of shaming her, making her admit that she had purposely dressed herself in such a scandalous way in order to distract him and perhaps attract a new husband for herself. Now that she was here, he could hardly bring the words that he'd rehearsed to his lips. He looked around the room in silence. His guards had departed, shutting the door behind them as he had ordered and the room was empty save for him and her. She stood before him in the same style of dress that she had worn the other night, tight and low cut. Her breasts heaved visibility with every breath. She looked directly into his eyes and repeated her question, "you wished to see me, your grace?" There was something in her stare that told him that she knew what he had set out to so, that she knew, and had plans of her own.
"Yes," he told her his voice grating like gravel from the hoarseness of his throat, "I wished to see you."
"Then what, may I ask, is the reason," she asked sweetly, as if no transgression had been committed only a few nights passed and she was in no way disfavoured by him.
"You have displeased me," he could barely say anything more, he was so consumed by her beauty. He could not help but stare at her almost bare chest. The night was hot and a bead of sweat had rolled down the side of her breast and he watched it as it trickled down, as it slid beneath her dress, he could not help but to regret its passing. While that drop of sweat had made its way down her chest and between hear breasts, he had imagined it was his hands or better yet, his lips, that ran down her skin and made its way to her firm stomach and the glorious depths that lied beneath it.
"Yes, I am aware, you have told me twice now," she said without hesitation or restraint. Her eyes stared into his and she locked gaze with him now, no hint of submission in her voice. "I wonder what I have done to displease you so. How I have wronged my son to make him throw me out of his court and shame me in front of every noble in Altanos without so much as an explanation." Her words rang out quickly and with an intensity he had not heard in her in many a year. He was furious.
"I will not have you speak to me that way, I am king of Altanos!" He shouted, almost raising to his feet as he spoke the words.
"Oh are you? Are you a king? Sometimes it seems to me that you act like a boy," she replied, her words following his own without a moment of hesitation.
"What? What did you say to me?" He yelled as he got to his feet. He met her gaze and a fire began to burn inside him, he wanted to take her, to pin her to the ground and make her apologize before forcing her to beg for his mercy.
"Oh you heard me," she said back, her face contorted with rage. "You are half the man your father was and less than half the king he would have been if he hadn't had me at his side."
"What!" This time he screamed the words as he stepped down off the dais that laid beneath his chair and strode forth to meet her, his crown tumbling to the floor as he walked. The clatter of gold striking stone hardly registered in him, he was so filled with anger that he couldn't stop himself from grabbing her by the arms.
"You are half the man your father was," she shouted at him, raising her voice for the first time as he dug his fingers deep into her arms. He could feel the silk beneath his skin sliding over her flesh as his grip dug deeper into her arms and she began to struggle. Suddenly, he began shaking her. He was so filled with rage that he had no idea that she was screaming for him to stop, screaming for him let her go. Suddenly, she broke free from his grasp and slapped him across the face. The pain of her blow was enough of a surprise that it muted the overpowering rage that had come over him. The pain of the blow dwindled, and as it did, the throbbing in his cock that had begun the moment he'd laid eyes on her became impossible to ignore. Shocking him once more, his mother spat in his face and tried to push him to the ground.
"You bitch," he shouted as he grabbed hold of her arm once more, intending only to make her stop her struggles. As he took hold of her wrist, she wrenched it back and tried to pull away but he held her firm.
"Let. Me. Go," she spoke the words between gritted teeth and tried to pull herself away. The tightness of her dress did not allow her to do so and as she tried to sweep her foot backwards to regain her balance she was caught by the tight silk that clung to her and began to fall backwards.
