How the sophisticated, elegant, and beautiful Arlessa Crystal de Lioncourt is referring to the prince makes you wonder. “Crystal, love you wouldn’t have a personal grudge against said Prince would you?”
Crystal flinches slightly at your correct guess. Evidently she underestimated how perceptive you are.
“I believe this is the Prince that Crystal’s father wanted her to marry when she was eleven.”
“You mean what caused Crystal to challenge her father in a dual with pistols?”
“Yes, but I don’t know why he agreed to it. She is so small, she obviously had a significant unfair advantage being a smaller target and all.”
“He was my FATHER!!!” Crystal screams at you both with abundant rage. Laura obviously knew Crystal’s buttons; Thus the elegantly, intelligent, and clever Princess Laura, your sister slips her hand down your pants slightly and starts rubbing your cock secretly… in thanks.
Your warm smile at your cousin, is genuine but it helps cover your blush at what Laura is doing. The audacity of the situation surprises even you.
Crystal just shuts her mouth and looks at you wearily with narrow eyes, “Crystal, I sympathize with how horrible that must have been for you.
“In fact, I will make a new royal decree that betrothing of children without their expressed written permission is outlawed. Such permission must be witnessed and notarized by at least a constable of a neighboring province.” The Landsmeet’s secretary furiously scribes the in law down.
The color drains from Crystals face for a moment in shock. Like Laura did, Crystal obviously fell victim to the preconceptions of the gossiping nobles and what they said about you. She never expected to see the virtue of temperance or justice in you.
Biting your tongue to keep from making a sound your jaw clenches. Exquisite skill of Laura’s hand has you rock hard and almost ready to blow right there. You fight for control though and are barely able to stifle it down. Your own skill lacks the ability to successfully hide an orgasm from Crystal of all people.
Unlike Laura, Crystal’s mother died in childbirth and had to grow up virtually alone, very quickly. She built up a very thick shell around her to protect herself from barbarians like she thought you are. You are surprised by how well she survived the ordeal of her life. She could be a lot more psychically damaged than she is.
“Thank you, my King.” Crystal speaks your title with genuine reverence and gratitude. The anger from her prior outburst is vacant.
With new timidity, Crystal stutters into continuing describing the Document you want to know about. “They call it a charter. It is a set of principles, rituals, rules, and procedures that everyone agrees to live by. The purpose is to limit the power of those who govern… It will limit your power.
Thankfully Laura is slows down her skillful caresses and allows you to simmer down to a lower throbbing level of heat.
“Princess Tamara will also suggest that three governing bodies are created. Eventually each governing body will seek to regain power in the presence of this vacuum. However, the charter pitches the vectors against each other.”
“So they fight each other for power instead of the people.” You ask Crystal
“Yes it is a method of peaceful warfare… through what they call courts… which is just where they perform these hermetic and arcane rituals and procedures.” |