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sat. Majestic jumped onto the surface, helping herself to the plate of bread that is now officially hers to pick into. Lillian looked at the bath and smiled, remembering that the bath was the only thing the king verbally said he would buy for her, making everything else a surprise. "And besides, my quarter is only so big, I do not think it has much more room to cram luxuries in." The king looked around at her room, surely enough it was crowded for such a small space.

"I will move you into a bigger room." He declared.

"No no, please. I do not need any more suspicion of the court. I have already been accused a whore, remember?

"Are you afraid of words, Lillian? You should not be afraid, I care not what they think, you are the one that matters to me." He said gently, he grabbed her hands again and kissed them sweetly. Lillian watched as he closed his eyes and puckered his lips to her palm, envying her own limbs for they pleasure they were receive.

"My king, if you allow me answer, what is it about me that draws you so close?" He lifted his head and smiled. He placed a hand on her cheek, allowing her to lean her head lightly on his hand.

"You are nothing like I have seen, and no it is not just because of your skin, it is you, Lillian. Your gentleness, your sweetness, your smile and laughter, your warm heart, your soft and tender personality. Your name fits you, Lily, a beautiful flower, one that is incomparable to the weeds I am surrounded by. And not to mention your deep rooted beauty that makes me wonder how the Lord can create such a priceless art." Lillian shivered at his words. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his palm on her face.

"Oh my king, you are such a noble gentleman, what woman in her right mind have any audacity to ignore you. I surely cannot. You were the only one not laughing at me that day, the only one that has showed me kindness and compassion. I would think I am a fool to say such a bold thing but I think...." Lillian stopped, suddenly remembering Macy's condition, her mind started to dream away from her thoughts. She saw herself in Macy's shoes, round with child, then she gasped. She did not want what Macy got herself into. She wanted love...passion....marriage. She wanted...Troy. She wanted to sit next to him in public shamelessly. She wanted to know what it would be like to make love all night with him, with a pure romance blossoming in between the sheets. She wanted to conceive and feel the beauty of a growing child inside of her, the king's child. She nearly fainted at the sudden epiphany. She was in love.....

"Lillian, what is the matter?" He looked at her concerned, he caught her but was not on the floor beside her. He searched her face for any sign of pain or discomfort, wondering why she nearly fell. She looked at his face, she caught her breath as she stared at his face.

"Nothing...it is just...."

"What? What is it?" He put his hand in hers and scooted closer. Secretly his mind was racing, he has dreamed of this moment many times and could not believe it was happening. His heart started to beat wildly, his own breath growing short at the sight of hers doing so. He tried to relax but his love for her made electric currents run throughout his body.

"I....I...think I...I love you..." She whispered ever so quietly. The king's body snapped. Suddenly he leaned into her and rushed his lips onto hers. She gasped into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands trailed down her spin and took a firm grip into her back. She succumbed to his passion, slowly laying backwards on the floor. He laid on top of her, Laying kisses on her mouth that could have killed. His hands glided up and down her sides, burrowing into the deep arch in her lower back. He groaned out loud as he fought with himself. Lillian got the hint and put a finger on his lips. He slowly got off of her and sat by her side. They sat quietly for a moment, they never had such a kiss session so powerful. She looked at him, hoping that it was not too awkward. The king was looking down at his hands, he entwined his fingers and looked at her with tears in his eyes.

"Lillian....you have made me the happiest man alive with your words. I have had dreams of those words. I have been in love with you since the first time I seen you on my birthday. I felt this....this sensation that just drew me to observe you, find out what made you shine the brightest out of all the people in the hall. Then the hallway, when I felt your distress, it made me want to come to your rescue, and use that as another excuse to see your face. Then at the river...is when I began to desire you, I was plagued with the image of your body in the damp nightgown. It made me want to touch you, to caress your body, to discover your essence. Now I just want to cry tears of joy. You love me, and I thought it was going to be unrequited love...say you love me again...please. Send my joy sky high..."

"I love you, my Lord Stawery"

"I love you, my Lily Flower." And with that, the king stroked her cheek, taking it onto his hands and kissed her sweet lips softly, again and again with growing romantic fury. Tears streamed down both of their faces as they were sent into a trance of ecstacy, wanted and craving each other's love more and more. They were lost in a dream of sighs and pure love.

Majestic watched over them proudly. She sat up tall and looked out the window. In the cold, a carriage appeared in the distance. The sound of horse hooves made her suddenly alert. The Air Pushing Against Her..




"Damn that wretched girl! She is singlehandedly tearing this kingdom apart!" Prime Minister Thomas exclaimed, He pounded his fists on the stone table. The Privy counsel were having a private meeting without the king. "She will ruin all our aspects, all our intentions to keep this reign alive and we do not even know how she is doing it!"

"Surely with lewd things, the king is entranced, he almost appears to float amongst the clouds, smiling and whatnot. This is not the king we had and it certainly is not one we need. She is a witch! I have never seen a man so succumbed...so delusional..so" Clergyman Vincent Reed added in. He shook his head in disgust. "We need to be rid of her!"

"What is the point, the man is in love, is that such a foreign state in this world now? If she leaves, he will just follow her, and then this court will be without both a king and a queen. He is in love! Nothing can be done and nothing should be done." Priest Willard Tillman calmly stated. "At least he is not making any unjustifiable decisions or blindly making mistakes as some other kings have done. This woman actually seems to be assisting him in his thinking process, and she makes him more of a pleasure to work for. We should thank this woman that she has made this court more calm and peaceful. He is in pure and beautiful love, there is not fault in that."

"There is calm before a storm, Tillman, or you did you forget that? What a room full of idiocracy! Regardless of what this girl is doing to make life at court merry you are all forgetting the matter at hand even before that black wench got here. We need a queen! A woman of royal blood that is fertile and we need her immediately. Who cares about the man being in love, go ahead let him ruin his life, and float like a gay bird but he cannot marry her. He needs to be married and secure an heir for the throne then he can have the little blackberry to munch on!"

"But at this rate, the King will soon be so infatuated with her that he will only consider marriage to her! He thinks no one knows of his late night escapades, I have watched them alternate between she visiting him and he visiting her, it being so early in the morning has no matter. Luckily we have sealed walls to discuss this indecency in the private of this chamber. It is only a matter of time before he approaches us with the ludicrous idea of making the girl our queen. Their growing relationship is filling his head up with delusions of purity before marriage and sex only with one another. This is not normal but if we allow it to continue to grow, it could be catastrophic!" Clergymen Vincent declared. All the other men in the room that did not have to voice to say something just nodded their heads in agreement. Sir Thomas stared at the grand fireplace, biting on his thumbnail, noticing a glimmer in the corner of his eye he looked down to his ring. A large gold ring with an emerald stone in the middle of it, the king himself handed it over to him, calling him his most trusted ally and friend.

"And he refused Lady Rebecca... to think of it I was shocked to hear such an answer, I bring him the kind of woman he dreams of and aches for and he dismisses the thought. Lady Rebecca original duty is to just bed him but now that I think of it, she would make a fine queen. She is cousin to Duchess Mary Howard's best friend, giving her a good alternative of royal blood. She is almost evilly beautiful, a pure seductress that can lure any man with a right mind." He rubbed his thin lips with his thumb. "But he does not desire her...we need to think of someone else..." Their voices trailed off. On the other side of the thick door, Rebecca was listening. She was sitting on the ground by the door.

"They talk about me as if I was an item and not a woman, there is more to me than what is between my thighs.." She argued with the air. "I have wanted the king, and I know I am more than enough to fulfill his every fantasy and need. What does he see in that girl...Edwina..."She balled up her fists and raged at the thought of her name. "That whore, she ruined my plans! I was supposed to bed the king and get him to fall in love with me. Then he would marry me and I would inherit this

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