“Alright, then,” Liandra asked. “If you don’t have it, where is it?”
To the Princess’s surprise, Elyssa actually blushed. “I… I cannot tell you, your highness! I’m sorry. Please don’t ask me further.”
Liandra tried in vain to persuade her, but the countess was adamant. Eventually, she made an excuse and left.
The Princess wandered about her palace, thinking on what to do, on how to get the charm. Then, as she was walking past one of the many guard posts, a thought came to her. It was a depraved plan, a plan that would never have occurred to her old self, but that prudish maiden had been swept away in a tide of lust and cum. It was a risky plan, and hard for Liandra to justify with her morality, but she needed the information that only the shopkeeper could provide. Besides, if the rumors that she’d overheard about Elyssa’s private life were true, it was not –that- risky, or that cruel.
But, although she was loathe to admit it, what truly sold her on the idea was the warmth she felt between her legs when she considered it.
She looked at the guard post. The warriors manning it were perfect for her plan. The three were young, and strong, and not too ugly. But, most importantly, they were career soldiers, rather than the honorable knights of the realm, low-born and loyal primarily to coin.
She sauntered up to them, enjoying their glances as they took in her low-cut gown and her swaying hips. “Men,” she said, “I have a task for you. It is somewhat outside your usual duties, but I do not think you’ll find it overly burdensome. Perform well, and I will pay you each ten gold crowns. Tell anyone of it, and I will see to it that you are harshly punished. Do you accept?”
They looked at each other for a moment, and then nodded.
“Good,” she said. “Follow me.” |