The princess awoke with a start. Bleary-eyed, she looked round, at last realizing her surroundings. She was still in the Queen's monstrous bed, a soft silk covering her naked body. Bright sun streamed through stained glass, illuminating the room in vivid colors. Across, she could see her maid attending to the Queen. She was lacing her into a lovely gown of...
Apologies to Chaucer fans and for any anachronisms in the story. I hope you enjoy it...and would love your vote (and comments!). * "When April comes with his sweet, fragrant showers, which pierce the dry ground of March, and bathe every root of every plant in sweet liquid, then people desire to go on pilgrimages." So begins Chaucer's "Canterbury Tales",...
The Lady Samantha was still trying to understand how things had gotten to this point. Lady. Hell, fifteen months ago, she had simply been the oldest daughter of a peasant farmer. Now, here she was at the castle. Of course things would be much better if she wasn't to be executed in an hour. Samantha tried not to cry as she thought back to that fateful day, a...
"Please refrain yourself from moving your head miss," Said one of the maids who were attending me and preparing myself for my wedding that would take place in a moment, the wedding that I didn't want, the wedding that I had no choice to refuse not only because it supposedly would 'unite' the two kingdoms that had been in eternal feud but also because my unc...
Note: The idea of this story is not originally mine. One of my readers, who wants to be identified only as "The Knight" sent me this idea, asking me to write it. It seemed interesting, but I don't know chess too well. So I replied, saying I would write the rest of the story if he could fill in the chess parts. We worked on it back and forth for a couple of w...
"Celeste! Celeste!" shouted Princess Lavinia from her spacious bedroom. The large, king-sized bed wore a golden canopy and the furniture around it was made of gold. The princess was sprawled out on a golden, white cushioned, lounge sofa without a single piece of clothing on her. Her long, dark brown haired was tied in a neat bun. Where was that girl? She ou...
This story takes place three weeks after "The Day Before The Day." "She keeps Moët et Chandon In her pretty cabinet. 'Let them eat cake, ' she says, just like Marie Antoinette. A built-in remedy for Khrushchev and Kennedy. At any time an invitation you can't decline." -Queen, "Killer Queen" The Sun shone through the open balcony doors into the bedroom of t...
"See I knew you were a reasonable man Draven. If things go badly this little kitty is going to be my insurance policy to getting my freedom. I have plans for you kitty." "Lord Ulrich, i don't know what your plans are for me, and i think i don't really want to know. Please don't hurt either O/one of U/us." "Silence you beast. Have you not taught her any man...
More than anything, Jessica had always wanted to be an English Princess. That had been her burning desire since childhood. Now, at age 23, she was Her Royal Highness Princess Alfred of Wilshire. A lifetime of social climbing and positioning had paid off. Her new husband, Prince Alfred, was a cousin of Her Majesty the Queen. A long time ago, he had been a hi...
Kinlee was a curious minx that courted mischief. Her father, having caught her at a tender age curiously fondling the unspeakable parts of a handsome if dull guard, had sought to protect the value of his property. Thus, Kinlee had found herself swiftly burdened with a gold chastity belt and her budding sensuality curtailed. To a point. For the golden belt cl...