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A New Ruler and a New Queen | conkers024 | 2

 

“Where is Meagan?” I asked

“Lady Meagan is likely still in the Grand Hall with the guests.” Jeremiah said.

“Then I will wait for the guests to depart. Have Meagan meet me in the southern viewing plateau.” I said.

“Yes your Majesty.” Jeremiah said and left my presence.

I walked about the castle for another hour. It was strange how my home no longer felt the same. Ever since the crown was placed upon my head everything seemed different. The castle seemed larger and emptier than it had when I was young. I used to enjoy running through these halls but now they just felt like stone pathways that led to nowhere.

I headed up the stairs to the second floor and stepped outside onto the plateau. My father had constructed the plateau before I was even born, he enjoyed dining outside when the weather permitted it and the plateau was stationed above a perfect view of the imperial city at the base of the hill. I gazed out at the city, thinking of what I was about to do.

Meagan was just eighteen years old; we had celebrated her birthday two weeks ago. She was a joyful person, every morning we met for breakfast and she brightened my day, smiling at me with her delightful face, cute light freckles spread across her nose, shining white teeth and glistening hazel eyes. She had a way of making life in this cold empty palace bearable. She was beautiful by all standards; she had fair skin, an enviable bust, long legs, a firm ass, and wavy cherry red hair that was always elegantly styled.

“Do you still spend your time day dreaming?” Meagan asked. I turned to see her in the doorway; she was squeezed into a crimson red dress that brought a lot of attention to her ample breasts, which were just about fully on display. My cock twitched at the sight of her.

“It’s good for the soul…” I joked. “…and you sister? Still distracting the guards by letting your breasts nearly burst out of that immodest dress.”

“Who said I ever wished to be modest.’ She giggled. “Now that you’re king you really shouldn’t have any time to daydream.”

“I don’t plan on ruling as father did. I will bring change to this nation.” I told her. ‘In these depressing times people need their imagination to get them through the day.”

“You get through the day with just your fanatical thoughts?” She smirked. “This kingdom is doomed.”

‘What would you have me do?” I asked.

“Do you ever think about it?” She grabbed my hand and held it in both of hers. She looked up at me with sincere eyes. “About what happened between us on my birthday?”

“…” I thought back to the incident.

 

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