1 Chapter 1. What Kind of Woman Am I?
The whores told me that no man could resist a pretty face, with a tight ass, and a pair of nice tits. Looking in the mirror, I turn from side to side to get a better view of my body. Yes. I've got all those qualities, and with that, I made up my mind. If he weren't going to come and see me, I'd go to him instead. I tie the sash around my waist tightly, securing my dress in place skip out on wearing any undergarments and head out.
What kind of woman was I becoming? I don't know anymore. It's dangerous to feel this way, but I haven't been myself lately. So here I stand, completely naked under my dress, with a pair of heels I could barely walk in, and holding an empty basket, requesting an audience with the most powerful Man in the Kingdoms with a master plan to seduce him with my looks.
As I waited outside the doorway in front of a room full of Advisors and some of the most influential Men in the nation, all I could think about were my petty desires. While these Men were discussing crucial details about the safety of our Kingdoms and how to better protect its people, I wanted to interrupt so I could seduce their Lord. Yes, it was pretty petty, but I'm already here. I will not turn back now.
Finally, I hear the attendant announcing my arrival, "My Lord, Lady Yuliah is here to see you, per your request." There's a hint of mockery in his voice as his brows raise enough to make me question his intent.
Instantly the room becomes quiet as every head turns towards the doorway. Without even waiting for a response I enter the room. It's dead silent except for the sound of my heels hitting the marble floor. Right. Clink. Left. Clink. Right. Clink. "That's it one foot in front of the other," I tell myself, "Keep walking, shoulders back, head high, and confidently," just how I had practiced earlier.
I can feel the eyes of Men bore into me as though they could see right through my dress and the decision I made earlier to be naked underneath; it starts to burn shamelessly on my face. All my confidence fades accompanied with regret as I force myself to continue walking as gracefully as I can pass the Men, ignoring their glares and come to a pause a few steps behind the attendant.
The attendant announces again, "My Lord, Lady Yuliah is here to see you."
Suddenly from the corners of my eyes, I see in unison every single head turn back towards the front of the room, and there he is sitting on the Golden Throne, God-like, looking intently at me and I can tell he's thinking by the way his brows are creased together. I make eye contact with him, and his eyes lock onto mine so intensively that I can't even drop my gaze.
"Be brave," I tell myself and take a much-needed deep breath, exhaling gently to avoid anyone noticing.
The attendant looks back at me with one side of his mouth raised. I can tell he's eagerly waiting to see me get dismissed, but there's no response just silence.
After a few seconds of silence followed by more silence, a booming voice echoes from across the room, "Get OUT!"
As every single head turns to look at me, I stand there firmly pretending not to be bothered by the words he yelled across the room. The truth was my heart was pounding so fast, I thought it would jump right out of my chest onto that marble floor, and the entire room started to spin out of focus. Panic creeps in at the thought of how embarrassing it was going to feel when I have to walk out of here in front of the entire room when I strutted in here brazenly. My face starts to burn, and I can only assume bright red at this point. I take another deep breath in hopes of calming myself down, but my mind has switched to playing the embarrassment over and over again along with what everyone is probably thinking about me now, that I can't focus enough to react quickly with dignity.
Then I saw while my eyes were still locked onto his the hurt in his eyes even though he puts on such a tough act and the pain, it must have been unbearable for him especially with no one to turn to either because he has to be so strong for everyone. What have I done to him? As my chest begins to ache and all I want to do is run to him and beg for his forgiveness to take me back, but I can't. I have to do this tactfully, and so I don't care what anyone thinks about me in this room or anywhere. The only person that I cared about was the one in front of me, and I'm going to burn for it, oh I know I will, but I realize now that I love him, and to live a life without him in it, would be as though I'm not living at all.
"No. Get Out all of you. Except for her," his voice echoes again from across the room as he points to me. The court session wasn't over yet, but immediately the Advisors, Officials, and Attendants slowly get up to leave. "Wait outside until I call for you and stay back twenty paces. If anyone disobeys I'll kill you myself," he tells them.
I exhale in relief, and I'm secretly happy seeing how fast those bastards are moving now after his last words. The attendant from earlier whispers, "Whore," as he scurries pass me. That bold little bastard. I'll have to remember to put him in his place when my plan succeeds later. Finally, I hear the doors shut behind me.
From across the room, he continues to look at me with his piercing blue eyes while I keep up my gaze with him. At this point, I don't know what to expect from him because one moment he's angry with me and the next he maybe not. On top of that, we haven't spoken to each other in a few months, but I'm determined to make things right today, and I will not allow him to reject me now. I won't leave until I get what I've come here for today.
It feels as though time has stopped and there is no one else but him and me, as we look at one another in silence. Can he forgive me? I can only hope so, but I can't read him at all, and my fears started to return but then something unexpected happens. One corner of his mouth slightly turns up and into a sly smirk, then finally an open smile. Immediately my body relaxes, and I feel hopeful as a smile erupts across my face.
By the way he carries on looking at me, he knows why I'm here now, and his devilishly handsome smile compels me towards him. My confidence returns and I set the basket down, then start to untie my sash releasing the front of my dress, as it comes undone exposing my bare body to him, I can hear him chuckling from across the room. I think that's a good sign, so I drop my dress onto the ground, making sure he sees every bit of me as I walk towards him. He shifts in his throne adjusting his posture into an upright position, and he's still smiling at me amused. I take my time walking up, then climb on his lap and straddle him, wrapping my arms around his neck I lean in to kiss his lips softly. He doesn't react to me at all; he only sits there obligingly. That's not what I was hoping for. I'll have to use a few more tricks.
I pull my head back just enough to look into those mesmerizing eyes while pressing my naked body and breasts up against his chest. Hoping this will provoke a response from him, still no reaction but being this close to him after being apart from for too long starts to work against me instead. I can feel the heat between my legs stirring eagerly. I grind into his lap hoping that would satisfy my need for him, but it doesn't. "I want you," I tell him hastily as I close my eyes, and brush over his lips with mine slowly, and then bite his bottom lip gently but kissing him harder this time.
You probably think wow this woman is bold and on the throne too! I sure was at the time and why not on the throne? Before all of this happened being bold was not something I openly embraced because where I came from a place that sucks the happiness out of women like us. Being bold meant getting beat, and after too many beatings you start to withdraw inward. If someone would have told me back then that one day I was going to be here butt naked, straddling the most powerful man in the lands, and on the Golden Throne. I would have just laughed it off because girls like me don't do those kinds of things, especially a General's daughter.
What kind of woman was I becoming? I don't know anymore. It's dangerous to feel this way, but I haven't been myself lately. So here I stand, completely naked under my dress, with a pair of heels I could barely walk in, and holding an empty basket, requesting an audience with the most powerful Man in the Kingdoms with a master plan to seduce him with my looks.
As I waited outside the doorway in front of a room full of Advisors and some of the most influential Men in the nation, all I could think about were my petty desires. While these Men were discussing crucial details about the safety of our Kingdoms and how to better protect its people, I wanted to interrupt so I could seduce their Lord. Yes, it was pretty petty, but I'm already here. I will not turn back now.
Finally, I hear the attendant announcing my arrival, "My Lord, Lady Yuliah is here to see you, per your request." There's a hint of mockery in his voice as his brows raise enough to make me question his intent.
Instantly the room becomes quiet as every head turns towards the doorway. Without even waiting for a response I enter the room. It's dead silent except for the sound of my heels hitting the marble floor. Right. Clink. Left. Clink. Right. Clink. "That's it one foot in front of the other," I tell myself, "Keep walking, shoulders back, head high, and confidently," just how I had practiced earlier.
I can feel the eyes of Men bore into me as though they could see right through my dress and the decision I made earlier to be naked underneath; it starts to burn shamelessly on my face. All my confidence fades accompanied with regret as I force myself to continue walking as gracefully as I can pass the Men, ignoring their glares and come to a pause a few steps behind the attendant.
The attendant announces again, "My Lord, Lady Yuliah is here to see you."
Suddenly from the corners of my eyes, I see in unison every single head turn back towards the front of the room, and there he is sitting on the Golden Throne, God-like, looking intently at me and I can tell he's thinking by the way his brows are creased together. I make eye contact with him, and his eyes lock onto mine so intensively that I can't even drop my gaze.
"Be brave," I tell myself and take a much-needed deep breath, exhaling gently to avoid anyone noticing.
The attendant looks back at me with one side of his mouth raised. I can tell he's eagerly waiting to see me get dismissed, but there's no response just silence.
After a few seconds of silence followed by more silence, a booming voice echoes from across the room, "Get OUT!"
As every single head turns to look at me, I stand there firmly pretending not to be bothered by the words he yelled across the room. The truth was my heart was pounding so fast, I thought it would jump right out of my chest onto that marble floor, and the entire room started to spin out of focus. Panic creeps in at the thought of how embarrassing it was going to feel when I have to walk out of here in front of the entire room when I strutted in here brazenly. My face starts to burn, and I can only assume bright red at this point. I take another deep breath in hopes of calming myself down, but my mind has switched to playing the embarrassment over and over again along with what everyone is probably thinking about me now, that I can't focus enough to react quickly with dignity.
Then I saw while my eyes were still locked onto his the hurt in his eyes even though he puts on such a tough act and the pain, it must have been unbearable for him especially with no one to turn to either because he has to be so strong for everyone. What have I done to him? As my chest begins to ache and all I want to do is run to him and beg for his forgiveness to take me back, but I can't. I have to do this tactfully, and so I don't care what anyone thinks about me in this room or anywhere. The only person that I cared about was the one in front of me, and I'm going to burn for it, oh I know I will, but I realize now that I love him, and to live a life without him in it, would be as though I'm not living at all.
"No. Get Out all of you. Except for her," his voice echoes again from across the room as he points to me. The court session wasn't over yet, but immediately the Advisors, Officials, and Attendants slowly get up to leave. "Wait outside until I call for you and stay back twenty paces. If anyone disobeys I'll kill you myself," he tells them.
I exhale in relief, and I'm secretly happy seeing how fast those bastards are moving now after his last words. The attendant from earlier whispers, "Whore," as he scurries pass me. That bold little bastard. I'll have to remember to put him in his place when my plan succeeds later. Finally, I hear the doors shut behind me.
From across the room, he continues to look at me with his piercing blue eyes while I keep up my gaze with him. At this point, I don't know what to expect from him because one moment he's angry with me and the next he maybe not. On top of that, we haven't spoken to each other in a few months, but I'm determined to make things right today, and I will not allow him to reject me now. I won't leave until I get what I've come here for today.
It feels as though time has stopped and there is no one else but him and me, as we look at one another in silence. Can he forgive me? I can only hope so, but I can't read him at all, and my fears started to return but then something unexpected happens. One corner of his mouth slightly turns up and into a sly smirk, then finally an open smile. Immediately my body relaxes, and I feel hopeful as a smile erupts across my face.
By the way he carries on looking at me, he knows why I'm here now, and his devilishly handsome smile compels me towards him. My confidence returns and I set the basket down, then start to untie my sash releasing the front of my dress, as it comes undone exposing my bare body to him, I can hear him chuckling from across the room. I think that's a good sign, so I drop my dress onto the ground, making sure he sees every bit of me as I walk towards him. He shifts in his throne adjusting his posture into an upright position, and he's still smiling at me amused. I take my time walking up, then climb on his lap and straddle him, wrapping my arms around his neck I lean in to kiss his lips softly. He doesn't react to me at all; he only sits there obligingly. That's not what I was hoping for. I'll have to use a few more tricks.
I pull my head back just enough to look into those mesmerizing eyes while pressing my naked body and breasts up against his chest. Hoping this will provoke a response from him, still no reaction but being this close to him after being apart from for too long starts to work against me instead. I can feel the heat between my legs stirring eagerly. I grind into his lap hoping that would satisfy my need for him, but it doesn't. "I want you," I tell him hastily as I close my eyes, and brush over his lips with mine slowly, and then bite his bottom lip gently but kissing him harder this time.
You probably think wow this woman is bold and on the throne too! I sure was at the time and why not on the throne? Before all of this happened being bold was not something I openly embraced because where I came from a place that sucks the happiness out of women like us. Being bold meant getting beat, and after too many beatings you start to withdraw inward. If someone would have told me back then that one day I was going to be here butt naked, straddling the most powerful man in the lands, and on the Golden Throne. I would have just laughed it off because girls like me don't do those kinds of things, especially a General's daughter.
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