Brown Skin, Timaira Smith [epub ebook reader .TXT] 📗

legs closed in order to keep it down. In Lillian's eyes, she struggled with the same desires, his face was sharp and dangerously handsome. His body was wide and muscular from head to toe. His dark brown and blonde mixed hair fell onto his face and down his neck. Her knees trembled again but she forced herself to stand strong. She watched him struggle with his own desire, suddenly remembering Macy's words. Is this how men show their desire? Her eyes ventured to his hips, suddenly feeling ashamed she looks back up into his face. A nearby fire crackled on the wall, the only sound in the basement at the moment. "What happens now, Lord Stawery?" Lillian finally whispered.

"I do not know, but from now on I care not...please Lillian, do not be afraid of me. I can not sleep with the thought of you wanting to run from me." King Troy humbled himself, got on his knees in front of her, grabbing her hands and kissing them sweetly. Lillian got on her knees as well and put her hands in his.

"I am not afraid anymore." She whispered. "And I think, you have shown me that I never will be ever again..." Birds of a Feather....

Weeks and days passed after that wonderful night that changed lives. To protect the King's reputation they only would meet at night, and enjoyed each other's company. They would talk until the morning light came up, they would play chess, for the King taught her how to play. The king would listen to Lillian sing him to sleep, laying his head on her warm lap. They had wonderful moments, elements of love seeped from their very veins. The King would hold her and rock her in his arms, saying nothing sometimes. She would look up at him and just smiled. The King loved the glimmer her eyes when she looked at him. He loved the softness of her body against his.

Lillian sat on her bed. She smiled real big as she started to stare at the door. She smoothed out her new green dress the king just bought her. "We have been spending a lot of time together...oh how he makes me laugh!" She giggled and laid back on her bed. She sighed as she began to search her mind for an image of his face. She found him to be so handsome, though english. She cared not about his skin, and he seemed to not care about her's as well. She felt a chill down her spine as she thought about his kisses. She was about be lost in her thoughts when she heard a knock at her door. She jumped up and ran to it, opening it up to see Macy's face. "Oh, hello Macy"

"Looking for it to be someone else?" Macy walked through the door and sat in the chair she always claimed in Lillian's room corner. She munched on a piece of fruit.

"My Macy, you do always seem to have something in your cheeks!' Lillian laughed.

"I know I know, I hear it all the time from Rebecca, please do not remind me of how fat I am getting. I have just been so hungry and I usually vomit it all back up in the morning...I know I should not eat so much but..." Lillian looked at Macy ramble on, chewing in between words. She glanced at her stomach and sure enough it was bigger than she was when she first met. It was round as well. Lillian thought back in her mind of when she was just a little girl, she remember seeing an older cousin that was in the market place, her dress was tight and poked out around her belly. Lillian, being only seven years old at the time went up to her with a profound innocence with a simple question.

"Why is your belly so big?" The woman looked at her and smiled, she put her hands on her stomach and rubbed it as she rocked side to side.

"I am with child, Lillian. I am going to have a baby, hopefully a little girl just like you" She said. She patted on Lillian's head with a tender love and walked away. Suddenly, putting her thoughts together she came to the sudden realization. She looked at Macy with a new sense of compassion.

"This may seem like a strange question but...when was your last flux?" Lillian asked. Macy stopped talking and her facial expression changed. She looked at the piece of fruit and gasped. She ran over to the window and threw it out. They heard a sudden Ca-Caw! and Lillian winced. "Majestic...she hit Majestic" Macy stared out the window and placed her hands on her stomach. Lillian slowly walked over to her, placing a hand on her back. "Macy?"

"No no, I cannot be with child! It is impossible, utterly untrue!" She turned around and faced Lillian with fear in her eyes. Lillian put her hands on Macy's stomach.

"Let me see it bare." Macy looked at her with a sudden shock. "Trust me Macy, let me see." Lillian helped Macy unlace her dress and allowed it to fall to the ground. She lifted up her chemise and sure enough, a pregnant belly shown big and strong. "It appears to be about five or six months Macy..." Macy nearly fainted.

"Oh no, oh no! What am I to do?! Our mistress will be back any second now and will soon find out, even if I wear my biggest gowns I will show! She will have me discharged immediately, and this is the only job I know!" She began to cry, something Lillian never seen before. Feeling her heart sink at the sight of her tears she opened her arms and allowed Macy to cry into them. It was awkward, for Macy was taller than Lillian, but Macy did not mind, she allowed herself to relax in Lillian's arms, feeling genuine compassion for the very first time. After minutes passed of sobbing, Macy finally stepped out of Lillian's arms. She slowly back up to sit on Lillian's bed, Lillian joined her.

"Do you know who the father is?" Lillian asked.

"It can only be one man, Sir Richard Greenly.." Lillian accidentally giggled. Sir Richard Greenly was a tall and lanky man, with a plain face. She could not imagine him and Macy making love with her large frame. Lillian looked at Macy in deep thought and hushed her laughter.

"You must go make sure of this news, go to a physician and confirm it. Then if it is true that you are with child you must tell Sir Richard immediately. Maybe he would know what to do." Macy stayed quiet, she placed her hands softly on her bare stomach, she felt tears start to form again. Lillian wrapped her arms around her shoulders and placed a hand softly on her face, pulling her to lean on her shoulder. Macy allowed this again. They sat there in silence looking into the night through the window. The night was cold, the wind swung its bold arms into the room and breezed through the two women's hair. Macy's silky brunette hair moved with ease, Lillian's barely swayed as her black waves were thick. Macy sat up out of Lillian's hold and stood up.

"I have to know now....God have mercy on me." She started to walk out

"Macy wait!" Lillian stood up and grabbed her hand. Macy turned around with tears in her eyes. "Just answer this last question...do you love him at least? The father of your unborn child?" Macy wiped her tears and pondered the question.

"I do not think so..." and she walked out of the room. Lillian was shocked at this answer. How could Macy, let alone any woman lie with a man she did not at least love, nevertheless marry? Lillian placed her hands on her chest and literally felt her heart slow down. She felt sorry for Macy, but she mostly felt sorry for the child growing inside of her. She was taught that the only children to be made would be love-children, made in marriage, made by making love with your spouse. She began to wonder if she valued her chastity too high. Before she allowed it to get to her, she heard a soft knock at the door. She placed her ear on the door.

"Who is it?" She whispered.

"It is I, Lillian." She immediately melted at the sound of the familiar voice. She opened the door to see King Troy in his nightwear, leaning on the frame of the door with a smug smile on his face. She moved out the way and allowed him room to come in. He had in his hands some wood to go into the stone portable fire pit by her chair. She watched him move, watched how his well sculpted muscles made inaudible music with his eyes. She watched him bend over to place the wood into it. His hair started to fall into his face,he flicked his head to move it out of his eyes. She was mesmerized and her breath grew shorter. King Troy must have felt her eyes, for he looked over at her with a certain look in his eyes. He smiled and sat up. He seemed to glide over to her as he took her hands in his.

"It is nice to be in your presence again, my king," She whispered. He drew close to her and kissed her on her brown forehead.

"When will you call me by my first name?"

"Never, I am your servant"

"You may be my heart, my smile and every bit of ecstasy I have in my body but never my servant"

"Oh, but I am your servant, I am one of your sister's ladies in waitings"

"You are my angel" He got closer to her.

"I am merely a member of your court, and one of a low status" She declared. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Are you saying this to get me to kiss you?" He looked down into her eyes. Her eyes glimmered and reflected love.

"Perhaps...." She whispered, pulling her face closer to his. She slowly put her lips on his cheek, softly kissing it, then she pulled back and watched him open his magnificent eyes again. They stared into one another's eyes again.

CA CAW CA CAW!!!

Suddenly Majestic flew through the window, perching herself on the king's shoulder. They laughed as she cocked her head side to side.

"Hello my friend" The king said to the bird. Majestic rubbed her soft head on his cheek. Lillian lifted her hand and immediately Majestic hopped onto it. Lillian patted her head. "Remind me next time, she needs a perch in your room."

"No need, my king, she thinks my bath is her perch." Lillian walked over into the opposite corner where a copper bath