Thread: Royal Playtoy (Alexander and SunnyFairview)

It was cramped in the broom closet that she chose to hide in, but the sounds of the guards that were walking past here was slowly growing more faint. Seraphina Westwood, princess of the realm Oshar, was on the prowl. It wasn't the first time, it wouldn't be the last time and she certainly did not want to be caught now, of all times. They had only reached their country mansion, attached to a port city. Not the port city, but it was still large and it was a big deal when the royal family came to town. Seraphina pressed her ear against the door, and smiled. Coast was clear. Slipping out of the closet, she took a few looks around before lifting the skirts of her dress and running. The tapping of her leather padded feet reached her ears, and she let out a soft sigh. She was never going to be able to tell her own footsteps from the guards. Not right now, at least. Give it a few more trips and she would be an expert again. The young princess, while an adult by all means, was rather restricted when it came to her own freedom. In order to even slip out today, she had to sweet talk her lady-in-waiting to lend her her Sunday dress, simply because the princess' garb was too royal and noticeable for her to roam to the market like she wanted. The dress itself was quite pretty, and she made a mental note to make sure that the soft fabric, dyed as blue as the sky and clung tightly against her petite figure, made it through this adventure in one piece. She had to stop her job as she reached the gates of their estate, her hand brushing against it as she panted. She wore her corset still, she forgot that she still had the blasted contraption on, but that might have been the only way she could've fit into this dress. It kept her breasts, massive and bouncy and a lot of fun in her opinion, tight to her body, although till large. But it also meant that the tight dress could fit on her body. The short princess sighed. A walk would take place for the rest of it. But she didn't need to worry until later, when the night guard came out to watch the gates. She would be home by then. Walking down to the village took no time at all. She enjoyed herself in the market, giving gold pieces in return of apples and other fresh fruit, and enjoyed several pieces of homemade candies. She was just licking off the last of the sugary treat off her fingers when she caught sight of some of the King's guard, looking frantically around. She side stepped into an alley and cursed. By the Gods, how could she be so foolish? Of course they would notice she was gone! Looking around, she spotted another street on the other side of the alley. She ran down it, keeping in mind to keep her breaths shallow so she could run further longer, and burst out onto the other side of the street. This street was much shadier then the last, but on the end of it she saw a sign for an Inn. Refuge! She ran over to it, pulling the cape to cover her long, blonde hair. It would do her no good to be spotted in here. Making sure all of her hair was covered, she slipped into the inn. It was...grungy, to say the least, not anything like the inns that she and her father had stayed at before. There was likely another Inn in town that reputable folk stayed at, so this was for the best. Near the hearth, she could see a group of men playing a game of dice. Gamblers. She scoffed. While it was not illegal in their realm, it wasn't the most...clean sport one could play. Oftentimes the gamblers were found dead in a ditch due to shady dealings. Or that's the guards told her. She casually walked up to the bar, rolling her eyes at the game. Whoever was playing seemed to be close to winning, if not had won, and it was getting...obnoxious over there. She slid up onto a stool, and raised her hand up to the barkeep. She would be obvious if she only asked for a water, but she didn't like to drink, having only really drank wine. An Ale, She stated softly. And a plate of your special today. The barkeep grunted his acknowledgement, taking a dusty glass to a nearby keg and returning it. By the time a plate of food had been tossed down in front of her, the man who was winning his dice game had gotten up and left the inn. Or had attempted to. Seraphina turned her gaze to the door while raising her fork up to her mouth and stopped dead. The guards! She quickly turned around and hunched herself over, shoveling mouthfuls into her mouth as she listened to the man lie. Blatantly. She knew she was not the first person to enter the inn during his game, and she was definitely not the last. And her neighbour next to her to the bar had left. Why had he lied to protect her? Intrigued by the man, she turned her head ever so slightly to see him lead the guards away. She winced, but this would be the best time for her to leave. She took a quick swig of ale, made a face and threw down a few gold pieces for the innkeeper, before sliding off her stool. The short princess then started for the door. She had just popped her head out the door to hear the beginning of the winner tell the guards he was to buy a round or two. Should she stay an wait for her savior? Or follow at a distance? Decisions, decisions... In the end, she ended up going for a leisurely stroll behind him, unable to bring herself to go home before finding out why this man had lied. He surely didn't know she was the pri that the guards were looking for.