Thread: The Dragon Slayer's Princess (Javorcek X MissMelly)

See more And Princess, for the dinner... Princess, the dinner... Princess? The small, but thin advisor to the traveling princess looked one more time at his sheet of parchment then back to the sleeping beauty as his side. She stirred a little and tilted her head against her escort. He blushed madly when she tried to get her hands on him for some kind of... pillow, or there lack of. Princess! He all but squeaked and it woke her with a start as the carriage eventually came to a halt and so did they. The young woman grumbled out some incoherent and rubbed the side of her lovely complexion, blinking the new morning in. So they had arrived at last, thank goodness. Her eyes perked up to the sights of a wholly village. So, Princess, for the dinner we ask that you sit besid-- gah! And before he could contain her, she had opened the doors to smile and shake hands with the good people of the village. Hello, hello! She could be heard calling, grinning and shaking hands that were probably bruised and dirty from the fields. Princess Lenia didn't look twice she was just happy to be out of that damn box of a thing and seeing other living and breathing bodies. Once her little welcoming was over, her escort, Rickard, grabbed her as politely as he could muster and started to walk her in a line where many soldiers followed behind. I don't understand why I must walk like this. Almost like a walk of shame really. Can't we go to a brothel? I've always wanted to see one, Rickard. Milady! I will forget I heard such a request. You are a princess, not a courtesan. Do try to remember that while we're here. Though Princess Lenia had been sheltered, she had been trained well in her love for music and her education. She was witty, clever, and capable of making little villages and senators like this fall to her knees and to her future kingdom. Perhaps it was a ploy by her father but Lenia saw it as protection and her extended hand in generosity. She was doing good, wasn't she? By the mid afternoon and early evening, she had settled in the mayor's large and quite comfortable home even though it was two stories. She loved it's older and almost feudal look. Taking another sip of the tasty wine, she wet her lips and was dismissed after reading over and signing a few documents by Rickard. Yes, she praised in her little head freedom at last! She slammed the door to her room loud enough so that everyone would hear her departure. But only half of it. Shimming out of her little dress, the princess slipped on something more dangerous, a red gown that would still give her a noble enough status to get by should trouble occur, but something more like what a courtesan would wear. Yes, it would do nicely. What could go wrong? Sneaking out was easier than she anticipated, making her little way out the window and the easy jump to catch her fall. Wrapping in a velvet cloak, she lifted the hood, careful not to mess the crafty volumes of curl upon her pretty head and hurried, honeysuckle eyes in awe of this little place. The reason being, it wasn't so little in fact, it had a whole market plaza and... a brothel! She grinned, clenching her fists in quick anticipation before making her way inside. A man stopped her at the side bar entrance and checked her out, keeping his eyes pressed firmly against her well developed though young breasts. Is there a problem, sir? None at all, little miss. Reserving a room for two, maybe four for the night? He grinned which gave way to Lenia's eyebrows raising. She shook her head and only mentioned she was thirsty before hurrying into the bustling crowd. Lowering her hood was a whole other experience in itself. Amazing, she whispered and hurried right to the bar, jumping upon a wooden stool and leaning in, giving the bartender once more, an obvious view of her creamy flesh. How much is ah... that? She pointed to a flagon of ale seated next to a burly man, huge really, who was clanging it with a handsome man to his left. Lenia lifted her head up to get a better picture, but a large flagon was presented in front of her. With excitement, she threw some golden coins across the table and took a sip. Then a gulp. Then another. Wow, this stuff is grrrreat! She wiped her lips with the end of her cloak and took one more sip. Why didn't women at court drink this more often? Delicious...