Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

It is but another unexpected surprise to find him nestling close once she had settled in her favorite armchair, placing his chin in her lap, not unlike a giant dog content to be close to his Mistress. Evelyn had just tucked her legs up underneath her, arranged her skirts to preserve her modesty, and he just took it upon himself to do so. Must he continuously push the boundaries-?! Heat rising to her face all over again, though not surprisingly, Evelyn could not offer any sort of protest. In placing the collar about his neck, she accepted the responsibility of having a slave, regardless of whether she asked or wanted one. It is just typical of the life she leads. Royalty has no choice, not when there are others dictating what is proper and what is not A chill of melancholy taking ahold of the young womans heart, Evelyn did not dare look to him as she opened her book to the first page. Perhaps it is best she gives up her naive way of thinking, her ideals, and surrender herself to Mothers wishes. It seems everyone else is content to do so. Lilias loves flirting, playing with hearts left and right spending her free time in a different mans bed nearly every night, between unfamiliar blankets. Aveline likes the attention of men, but so far has not yet gone so far as to take off her clothes for anyone. Evelyn herself does not like the idea, nor is she interested in such carnal pleasures. Is that the point? Must she bow her head and never speak her mind, meekly accepting the fate which her title provides her? It was not until she had read the same line not once, not twice, but several times, that she came to realize it was hopeless to continue trying. A sigh left her lips as she went to close the book between her palms, the soft worn leather binding more calming than she cares to let on. It may seem silly to some, but she finds solace in reading, in the worlds visible only in the writers mind otherwise. In the past, Evelyn considered the idea of writing and yet, it is a ridiculous notion. Everyone will read it because of who she is, not out of genuine interest and every single one of them will bestow upon her the finest of praise, because of her status as Princess. It would be impossible to tell what they truly think of her work, thus what is the point? How very bleak, her future is. Let us go, Evelyn spoke at long last, breaking the fragile silence that is often present, as though shelved among the books. Dinner shall be served shortly. I do not want to hear Mother and Father scold me for being late. It feels wrong to be in this position. Evelyn has no need for a a sex slave. It is not as though she can preoccupy him elsewhere, either, because Mother ordered him to never leave her side. Does privacy have to be sacrificed-? Ever so gently nudging his head up off the top of her knees, Evelyn had her feet touch the floor before rising, hands brushing out what wrinkles have set in. I will need to change first, she murmured to no one as she went through the motions of returning the book from whence it came. A fingertip grazed over the raised lettering upon retreating. Her eyes -the color of the sky on a clear summer day- barely linger on him for but a moment before she kneels in order to retrieve his leash up off the floor. As unlikely as it is, the leather burns her palm, makes her ashamed in accepting this so-called gift. Evelyns fingers curled about the offensive thing and, rising, she twisted to leave the library. It is disappointing to leave so soon, and without enjoying the adventure a fictional character is embarking on or the romance influencing a heart hiding behind a rough exterior, but how could she relax under these circumstances-?! A glance was spared out a passing window. Barbara is usually the servant who helps her change out of her corsets and dresses, an older woman that has a kind, gentle soul but alas, recent events have led to her leaving the castle early that very morning. It seems one of her daughters is heavy with child, however there is complications with her pregnancy. It is understandable she would leave. Evelyn is just accustomed to her soothing presence, so it will be unnerving to have anyone else help her see her out of an inconveniently complicated dress. Nerves fluttering about in the pit of her stomach, she brought her hands together in the hopes that she will find solace in such an act. Alas. It did not seem to work. It seems she has not much of an appetite, either. Evelyn paused before the door to her room, reluctant to open it. Is there any way she can reach another servant? A hand lifting to brush threads of gold behind an ear, bright blue eyes looked up and down the corridor hoping against hope one may take this corner and make an appearance. If only she were so lucky. Dread heavy upon her shoulders, like a cloak she cannot quite shake off, Evelyn dared to venture inside though, reluctance had her pausing in the middle of the room. I-I I would like some privacy, please she spoke up at long last, not looking at him, and yet the tips of her red ears visible. Both hands curled into the fabric of her dress, holding on tight. I-I-I am I intend to change, and I need my privacy in order to do so Is she blushing? Yes. Yes, she is. Evelyn has no doubt she is, because her face is incredibly hot It will be difficult to untie the laces of her corset, no, next to impossible but she shall have to attempt the feat, to preserve her modesty.