The following morning was another difficult day for Freya. After dinner the previous night, Rowan was the first to leave the dining room. When Freya returned to her room, she could still feel how Rowan’s finger had poked her inner thighs, and how he acted carefree about it. She lay on her bed, knowing that the day had finally come for her to choose between good and bad.
The moment she accepted what her body wanted and gave in to Rowan’s art of seduction, something she couldn’t deny was clearly tempting it would be a forever goodbye to the good world she had always known. She would be shedding her innocence, and this wasn’t the kind of life even her father had wanted for her.
The words Madame Rosalie had said to her the night of the feast came ringing in the back of Freya’s mind;
"I always knew it! Girls that are innocent usually want the wild part of life."
And the woman wasn’t far from the truth just that everyone thought Rowan was the best option. Now, Freya really wanted to experience the wildness Rowan brought with him. After taking her bath, Freya dressed up and had breakfast with her father before deciding to go and read in the library.
On her way to the library, she was stopped by the princess.
"Freya! I’m glad I found you. Let’s go and fit my dress for my brother’s coronation." The princess didn’t wait for Freya to argue, dragging her away.
The princess and Freya arrived at the royal tailor room, which was also inside the palace but in a different wing unlike in Avon, where the fitting shop was located outside the palace.
"Sit here, Freya, and let me get all the dresses." Freya sat on the couch, waiting for the princess. A maid walked into the room, serving tea and biscuits.
Freya was sitting there, drinking tea, when the second prince walked into the room. The moment the young man saw Freya, he jumped back, holding his chest as if he wasn’t expecting to see anyone there.
Freya quickly dropped the biscuit she was eating, wiping her lips. She stood up and bowed, greeting the prince.
The young prince stood there for a minute, looking at Freya. He was about to say something when his sister came out of the changing room and he turned and left without saying anything.
Freya furrowed her brows, sitting back down.
"Was that my brother?" Lirien asked, now wearing a different dress.
Freya nodded. "Yes, does he not like visitors?" The reason Freya asked this was because the prince hadn’t said anything since they arrived, and she didn’t even know the boy’s name.
"You mean Gerald?" Lirien asked, touching the sleeves of her dress. "Unlike Conrad and me, Gerald is the shy one. Not that he hates you; he just doesn’t like talking," the girl explained.
Freya nodded, understanding the prince. She was also like that sometimes, all she wanted was to be left alone.
"What do you think of this dress?" the princess continued. "I’m going to wear this one for my brother’s coronation. Then this one," she raised another dress that was on a separate couch, "this one to welcome my parents."
Freya moved her eyes away from the dress. "Your parents, they’re coming back?"
"Yes, tomorrow, I think. For my brother’s coronation. And I need to look really good; otherwise, Mother is going to talk until my ears bleed. Also, I have to introduce my husband to them," the princess exhaled, slumping on the couch beside Freya.
"Freya... do you think Rowan is really going to accept marrying me? I don’t know, but my parents really want me to get married," Lirien muttered. "That’s why I decided to..." the young girl’s voice trailed off. She moved closer, whispering in a low voice so that only Freya would hear what she was about to say.
"Allow him to do it with me tonight."
Freya started coughing uncontrollably, hitting her chest. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard the princess say.
"Freya, are you okay?" The princess tried to hit the girl’s back. "Here, have some water."
Freya shook her head. "I’m fine, I’m okay..." she said amidst the cough that had caused her to turn red.
"I know it’s shocking, but I have to make him marry me. That’s why I had the tailor make this silk undergarment for me... I made two, you can have one just in case you get married. I heard men can’t control themselves when they see it on their woman."
Freya held the small dress. It was milk in colour and silky, the straps were so thin that even one touch from Rowan would make them snap. Freya couldn’t help but ask herself why she was thinking about Rowan at that moment, and why he was the one she imagined undressing her. More than that, she wasn’t really happy with the thought of the princess being touched by Rowan.
"Do you like it?" the princess asked, and Freya nodded. "Good, use it anytime you’re going to meet your man. He will love it." The young girl advised.
After spending the whole morning in the dressing room with the princess, Freya returned to her room. She was so worried about the night to come, it was the same night she had to give Rowan an answer, and also the same night the princess planned on seducing Rowan.
Maybe it was for the best, for Rowan to move on with the princess, then and only then could she forget about all that temptation. But Freya’s body didn’t agree with her. When night came, she paced back and forth in her room, wondering if the princess was finally doing what she had said. Freya’s eyes fell on the silk undergarment the princess had given her. She picked it up and sighed.
. . .
When darkness covered the land of Eridor, and the palace was now quiet as everyone had gone back to sleep, a dark figure moved through the passage, the candlelight casting their shadow on the walls. When the person reached a room, her hand reached for the door.
After a few minutes of mental preparation, she finally knocked gently on the door.
"Who?" Rowan’s voice came from inside the room. He opened the door. Seeing the girl in front of him, he frowned before a small smile crept onto his lips.
"You came?"
Freya gulped, pushing down the shawl she had used to cover her face. She tried to look inside the room to see if the princess had arrived before her, but it appeared Rowan was all alone. Without knowing, she let out a deep sigh of relief, moving her eyes back to the brooding black eyes of Rowan.
"I-I just want to..." Her voice trailed off, her hands holding tightly to the jacket that covered her dress.
Rowan stepped back, leaving the door open. "I see you still have doubts, but the moment you take a step inside, I won’t hold back anymore. Do you really want this?"
"I-I want it..." Freya whispered, her voice shaky and laced with uncertainty.
"Good..." Rowan’s voice rumbled in the dark, causing the girl in front of him to jump. "Now, come here... let’s get started."
The girl gulped, pushing a strand of hair that had escaped behind her ear. Before she could take a step, Rowan dragged her forward, locking the door with force. His lips pressed onto Freya’s small, delicate ones as he kissed her hungrily, pushing her jacket down to reveal the small silk dress that accentuated her curves. The lace in front did little to cover her breasts, revealing her bosom and only hiding her nipples.
"Good heavens!" Rowan cursed under his breath. Taking Freya’s hand, he placed it on his hardened manhood, which was now threatening to rip through his trousers.
Freya gasped when she felt the hardness and length of it, her face and ear burned crimson.
"That’s what you do to me," Rowan growled, pushing her to the bed as he slid the small dress off her shoulders, letting her breasts spill out.
"Ah!" Freya gasped, trying to cover her pride. "R-Rowan... wait! I can’t-"
"Shh, Freya... you never know what you’re capable of... Relax, you can take it." He trailed kisses down her body, his hands moving to her thighs, spreading them apart. He could see the dampness between her legs, a clear sign of her desire for him. Rowan smirked, his tongue flicking over her clit as he tasted her for the first time...
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